For this Christmas break trip, I had been planning for a long time, originally intending to go with my mother.
But somehow, Alexander ended up coming along.
It wasn't hard to guess—our mothers must have planned it, hoping we would rekindle what we once had.
We were childhood sweethearts, a perfect match in appearance and family status. Wasn't this fate?
The movie also said: "It's all part of the plan! "
If I could, I would have hoped to spend my life with him.
After twenty years of being together, I couldn't tell whether I loved Alexander, or if I was simply used to him.
But one thing was clear—if I tried to cut him out of my life, it would feel like cutting off a part of myself.
But Alexander...
He probably thought that I had manipulated him somehow, making him accompany me.
Before we boarded the luxury car, I still held a glimmer of hope.
Maybe this trip would change something.
From the moment we set off, Alexander complained nonstop.
He complained about why I suddenly wanted to go to T City, a trip over 3,000 kilometers, and we were taking the train the whole way.
Finally, after we boarded and found our seats, Alexander started again:
"Seraphina, do you know how tiring it is to sit on a train for over 30 hours? "
I frowned: "But this route has the most beautiful scenery. "
"That's only your opinion. I just want to stay home and sleep during the holidays, " he replied.
"Can you not drag me into your issues? It's always me accommodating you, " he added, his voice sharp.
Even with the best of temperaments, his complaints on this entire trip were starting to drive me crazy.
I coldly replied: "You still have time to get off the train. "
"Hmph, if I get off the train, I'd love to know how you'll go behind my back and report me to my mother, " Alexander retorted.
He didn't speak to me again after that, his indifference almost palpable.
He didn't even help me with my luggage.
Worried that I wouldn't be able to stomach the food on the journey, I had packed quite a bit of my own.
The suitcase was heavy, and after several unsuccessful attempts, I couldn't lift it.
Standing awkwardly in the aisle, I was jostled by passing passengers, making me sway in every direction.
Seeing Alexander, who was indifferent, I suddenly disliked him so much.
I was so upset I wanted to cry, but I held back. He wanted me to cry.
I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing it.
I held my head high and didn't ask him for help.
In the end, it was a middle-aged man who boarded behind me who helped me place my luggage up in the compartment.
We stopped talking and gave each other the cold shoulder.
