What was the point of arguing over trivial matters when we were about to part ways?
As we approached the car, the driver, noticing my condition, courteously stepped out and opened the door for me.
"Is this your boyfriend, miss? He seems really caring," the driver remarked.
I smiled at the driver's assumption.
"We're just neighbors. He's lending a hand out of kindness," I clarified.
Chandler froze, staring at me in disbelief.
He always said to keep a low profile when in public.
There was a lot of work to be done, especially the front-line experimental data - a headache.
I worked day and night in the laboratory and slept in the company dormitory at night.
Time passed quickly as I was immersed in the ocean of data, with no time to pay attention to the outside world.
One day at noon, during lunch with colleagues, one of them pointed enviously at a video on her phone.
"Wow, this is so sweet, childhood sweethearts, music couple goals!"
"It's said this pianist once boasted he would personally announce his significant other in ten years. Now at the last tour stop, he openly showed his affection on screen. I'm so jealous."
Out of curiosity, I leaned over to look.
On the screen, Chandler, dressed in a suit and tie, played the last piece sweating. Lily, in a white princess dress, held flowers and threw herself into his arms with tears.
Under the spotlight, the man and woman were a perfect match.
I looked down at my dusty work clothes, then curled my lips and smiled.
My sea of stars is much cooler than your stage.
Lily updated her social media promptly:
"A weary bird knows how to return home. You are my everlasting warm nest."
I smiled and deleted Lily.
Late that night, I received a call from him.
"It's so late. Why aren't you going home?"
