Yvonne scoffed, “Apologize? There’s no need for an apology. If you want me to stay with him, ask him if he’s truly willing to do anything for me.”
I switched on the speakerphone, and as soon as Nash heard Yvonne say that, he immediately nodded in a panic.
“Yes, Yvonne, I’m willing to do anything for you. I’m sorry, it’s my fault for making you upset.”
Yvonne appeared satisfied, “Good then. In that case, don’t go to the competition.”
After that, she abruptly hung up the phone.
Nash stared at my phone in bewilderment. I observed Nash, curious to see how he would choose in this life without my intervention.
Nash stood there, rigid and with his head bowed. I understood that matters of love and dreams could be quite complex.
After a while, he lifted his head with a bitter smile and asked, “Wendy, does giving up the competition prove how important she is to me?”
He posed the question to me, but I sensed he already knew the answer in his heart. I didn’t have much to add, considering my previous life’s experiences.
I watched as his despondent figure slowly receded from view, step by step.
Indeed, Nash didn’t participate in the competition due to an injury on his hand. Something must have happened after leaving my place, as a substantial abrasion had appeared on the back of his hand. Even the slightest movement caused it to bleed.
I couldn’t help but admire the power of love, driving him to self–sacrifice to honor his promise to his girlfriend. Their reconciliation was nothing short of a miracle.
They walked home hand in hand, enjoying sweet and happy moments every day. Nash no longer
