My phone lights up, and I pause my typing to glance at the screen. The name makes my breath catch - Zhuge Jin. Two days after our breakup, and he's texting like nothing happened. I stare at the message, my fingers hovering over the keyboard.

"Sorry I can't see you until Friday. Are you free this weekend?"

The casual tone makes me clench my jaw. After everything we said, after how痛苦 that conversation was, he acts like it never happened? I shouldn't reply. I should block his number and move on. Just as I'm about to set the phone down, the screen lights up again.

"Actually, I fell while working and hit my head. I'm in the hospital for a few days. It's nothing serious though, don't worry."

Another message appears immediately after:

"It's just... when I woke up, I suddenly missed you so much."

I can picture him perfectly - sitting in that hospital bed, probably blushing as he typed those words, debating whether to send them. He was always terrible at being dishonest about his feelings. My resolve wavers. The rational part of me remembers our arguments, his constant exhaustion, the way our relationship always took second place to his responsibilities. But another part remembers how he looked at me when he thought I wasn't noticing, the way he'd sacrifice his own needs to make me happy.

The screen dims, and I make my decision before I can change my mind.