Tong Tong remained silent.
Windsor Myres felt her silence, and it slowly calmed her heart.
The situation was quite strange.
She felt deeply distressed, and she hoped there would be someone more troubled than her, and that person seemed to only be Tong Tong.
Her pain reflected, her agitation appeared trivial.
With comparison, the gap becomes evident.
With Tong Tong, she could constantly remind herself of her standing in Camden River’s heart.
At the same time—
This feeling was like a subtle alliance.
A Windsor Myres brimming with presence, meeting the equally impressive Rosy Harris, even if Camden River leaned towards her, she maintained a natural sense of vigilance and caution; after all, Camden River’s parents preferred Rosy Harris, and she could even feel that Rosy and Camden were more compatible.
Of equal status, they were handsome and beautiful, belonging to the same world.
Tong Tong made her dismissive, yet Rosy Harris triggered a crisis of emotion whenever they met.
Windsor Myres grasped her phone; the night was very quiet, and she could sense Tong Tong’s chaotic and painful breathing on the other end of the line.
"Are you free tomorrow? Let’s meet up." Windsor Myres asked.
Tong Tong hesitated for a moment, then softly replied, "No need. We have nothing to talk about."
"I have something to ask you."
"I don’t want to talk." Tong Tong laughed strangely, the laughter carrying a hint of profound melancholy, her voice low, "I don’t want to talk about Camden River, and I don’t want to talk about Rosy Harris, truly..."
Tong Tong took a slight breath, continued, articulating each word, "I have already decided to let go of this relationship. I don’t want to recall any past events anymore. From now on, you both walk the sunny path, while I will take the solitary bridge. Rest assured, I have forgotten what I overheard at the club last time. I won’t tell Camden River, nor will anyone else apart from me know. Windsor Myres, you can ease your mind."
She suddenly made an earnest promise, taking Windsor Myres by surprise.
After a while, with a peculiar voice, "You can let him go?"
"Someday, I will," Tong Tong tightly gripped the phone, curled up in the blanket, her whole body involuntarily bowing.
The pain in her heart sometimes transforms into physical pain.
It’s unbearable; she indeed reached the limit.
Apart from letting go, there is no other way. She can only strive to let go and start anew.
Perhaps her tone was too solemn, Windsor Myres didn’t speak for a long time, nor did she hang up the call.
Both remained silent on either end of the phone, not knowing how long it passed, Tong Tong softly said, "I’m going to sleep, goodbye."
"Hey..."
Windsor Myres still wanted to speak, but the busy tone had already sounded in the phone.
Tong Tong hung up the call.
From meeting in the dormitory until now, this seemed to be the first time she took the initiative.
She proactively cut off the emotional entanglement with Camden River.
Staring at the phone displaying "Call Ended," Windsor Myres was slightly stunned, biting her lip, unable to speak for a long time.
At the same time—
Tong Tong slipped the phone under her pillow.
Tears streamed down.
The tears at the corner of her mouth were salty, salty and bitter, very much like her current mood.
She wasn’t particularly fond of crying in the past.
She used to be the joy of family and friends, but after falling in love with Camden River, she became sentimental, yet in the past, those sorrows were always mixed with joy, far different from now.