Chapter 793

I moved on. I was sure of it. But I couldn't help but ask myself, if I had really moved on from Bruce, why did I feel so emotional whenever I thought of him? Why had I reacted so strongly to Yasmine's question? And why did I mention Bruce in the first place? My mind started to spiral again, fixating on these questions. It was so distracting that when we arrived at the restaurant, and Yasmine asked if I wanted to go to the restroom with her, I didn't even register her words. Yasmine seemed to notice my absent-mindedness. She gave me a deep look but didn't press me this time. Instead, she just smiled and went alone. Her silence brought me back to my senses, allowing me to calm down. I was certain that I had moved on from Bruce. Two years ago, I watched as Grandma lay in a pool of blood. In the hospital, I repeatedly cut my wrists and consumed myself with pain. I lost track of how long I endured those dark days. It was during that time that I finally moved on from Bruce. I no longe