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When I got home, I was surprised to find that Jasmine had come back before me. When she saw me, she said anxiously, "Honey, I was wrong. I shouldn't have trusted Shawn without even asking you. I made you feel wronged. I'm sorry." Another apology. Why did she apologize only after she knew she was wrong, instead of choosing to trust me from the beginning? I felt tired.

"No need to say sorry," I said lightly, "We have broken up, it's your freedom to believe in whoever you want." She retorted excitedly: "Who said we broke up? I don't agree!" I rubbed my swollen eyebrows and said helplessly: "Be rational, there will be no happiness if we force ourselves to be together." "I don't want to be rational! I just know that I love you and can't live without you!" She answered stubbornly.

I sighed and didn't persuade her anymore. I knew that after I went abroad for a six-month training, time and distance would dilute everything, and Jasmine would probably break up with me.