

The day my girlfriend got back together with her first love, I boarded a plane bound for Brindlewood. She told her first love, "Craig was just a fling. I won't have anything to do with him anymore. From now on, I'll only be by your side." Her friends all worried I might cause a scene. But they didn't know—this time, I wasn't going to make a fuss. Before leaving for Brindlewood, I had promised my mentor I'd join his medical research program. In just two weeks, I'd lose all contact with the outside world and dive into a secret project for the next ten years. From that moment on, there would be no ties between me and her anymore.

Isabella had been in love with Nate, the heir to a Mafia family, for three years. Every night, she had to cling to him and be intimate with him before she could fall asleep. One day, however, a stream of translucent bullet-screen comments suddenly floated before her eyes—comments saying that Nate actually detested her touch, that his true love, Alyssa, was about to appear, and that Isabella would be cruelly abandoned. Half-believing and half-doubting, Isabella could not help but notice the details: Nate never initiated intimacy, accepted the plush rabbit Alyssa gave him without hesitation, and even said, "Maybe we should just break up." Heartbroken and disillusioned, she went to pick up the engagement ring she had secretly commissioned, intending to leave for good. But Nate chased after her in the rain, brought her home, and questioned her fiercely. In the end, to her astonishment, he knelt on the bed and proposed to her. The next day, they were invited to a wedding—the bride was none other than Alyssa. It turned out that Alyssa had had a childhood sweetheart all along, and the comments had been lies from beginning to end. Once the misunderstanding was cleared up, Isabella finally understood: Nate's love had never been absent; it had simply been hidden too deeply.