She felt that this must be her whole life and she would die without regrets. But just nine days later, Jazzy proposed to break up.

The reason was: "You don't love me anymore."

"If you love me, why don’t you want to drink with me, sleep with me, go wild with me and be crazy with me? If you love me, you will accept everything about me and enjoy everything about me—my strengths, my flaws, what I like and what I hate. You have to embrace them all. If you love me, you will accept everything unconditionally, won’t you?"

That was the first time Wanda, known as the strongest academic achiever, had been asked a question she could not answer.

For the first time in her life, she couldn’t solve the equation. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t figure it out. She truly didn’t know how to answer this question.

Until three days later, when Wanda realized she truly couldn’t lose Jazzy. She began trying to accept the answer he had given her and do what he asked.

Until now. Wanda felt she had done everything Jazzy demanded, enduring all his rationality and irrationality. The 999th breakup. Just one more time to make it perfect.

She was full of expectations—yet she heard another answer from Jazzy, "I am your only one, but you are no longer mine. I love you. I love you deeply... but I have also fallen in love with someone else—and I married her. I will not give you the 1000th chance to break up. From now on, you and she must both stay with me forever."

What a ridiculous, cruelly ironic answer. The second breakup. The second heartbreak.

This time, Wanda found she had no tears left. Perhaps they had already dried up because of Jazzy. Or maybe when pain reached its extreme, all that remained was emptiness.

At last, Wanda understood. "So, the answer to this question was never what Jazzy said. His answer was not the only standard answer."

Wanda turned around and made a phone call. "Mom, I want to go abroad... to your place."

Her mother sounded surprised. "Wanda, are you really willing?"

Wanda could no longer suppress the pain in her heart. "Mom, I want to stay with you—and never leave again."

Her mother spoke with tender concern. "Wanda, don’t cry. No matter what happens, Mom will protect you. I will never let you suffer again. I’ll start preparing everything for you to come abroad immediately."

"Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Wanda returned home.

Her mother’s secretary sent a message: [Miss, your procedures for going abroad and settling in have all been arranged. If there is nothing urgent, your flight ticket will be booked for two weeks from now.]

In the past, Wanda would have thought two weeks was short. But now, it felt unbearably long.

She dismissed the nanny, the cook and the housekeeper in the villa. Then she contacted an agent and put the villa up for sale. There was no need to return. She didn’t want to see the memories here anymore.

On the third day, Jazzy couldn’t wait to call.

"Wanda, what are you doing? Why haven’t you come to coax me back? This is our 999th breakup—just one more and it’ll be the 1000th time."

Listening to Jazzy’s urging voice over the phone, Wanda felt the bitter irony. No couple would ever looked forward to a breakup—yet she had looked forward to it for five years. No couple could break up countless times and then return to each other. But she had endured it 999 times.

Wanda didn’t want to tell Jazzy that she was leaving, only said weakly, "I’m tired, really tired."

Jazzy was surprised to hear Wanda’s answer, "Why would you be tired? It’s going to be the 1,000th time, only one left. Don’t you want me to come back to you soon?"

Wanda shook her head and said, "But this time it’s your fault."

This answer shocked Jazzy again.

He said with dissatisfaction, "It’s my fault, so what? Every time we broke up, you couldn’t wait to coax me, you couldn’t bear being apart from me even for a minute and you never cared who was right or wrong!"

"But this time, I’m very tired—and I care a lot." Wanda said weakly, then hung up the phone.

In less than a second, Jazzy called again.

Before, after every breakup, Wanda would be thrilled to see Jazzy calling her and would rush to answer. Listening to his complaints, his dissatisfaction, his nonsense…

But this time, Wanda truly didn’t want to hear any of it. She just wanted to wait quietly for half a month, then leave silently.

She turned off her phone and went to take a bath.

But what Wanda didn’t expect was that in less than fifteen minutes, the bathroom door opened. Jazzy stood in front of her, panting.

Looking at Wanda lying in the bathtub enjoying herself, Jazzy asked with frustration, "Why don’t you coax me back to you? Why do you want me to bow down to you? Have you forgotten our promise?"

"If you really love me, you’ll accept everything about me unconditionally—my strengths and flaws, my likes and dislikes. Stay with me when I cry, when I make trouble, when I laugh, when I go crazy… You have to accept all of this!"

Facing Jazzy’s one-sided questioning, Wanda suddenly realized how foolish her past self had been.

She looked at Jazzy calmly, "Do you know what truth these 999 breakups have made me understand?"

Jazzy was slightly curious, "What is it?"

"Love is a two-way rush, not a one-way compromise."

Jazzy froze. He stared at Wanda blankly.

Wanda said nothing else and rose from the bathtub. Water splashed down her perfect curves, filled with intoxicating allure. And this perfect S-line didn’t exist before.

It was because Wanda once saw Jazzy scrolling short videos, full of hot beauties. From that day on, Wanda exercised daily, controlled her diet, rain or shine—just to become the most flawless image in Jazzy’s eyes.

"No, it’s not like that!" Jazzy rushed forward recklessly, hugged Wanda tightly and whispered in her ear, "Our love is a two-way run, not a one-way compromise like you said. My feelings for you are real."

He began kissing her desperately.

It was like countless times before—whenever Wanda got angry, as long as Jazzy lowered his pride a little and gave a sweet kiss… Then they would ignite like dry firewood at a single spark.

She couldn’t count how many times the same scene had played out. She only knew the whole villa—upstairs and downstairs, balcony, bedroom, study, living room, bathroom—all had witnessed their passion ignite.

But this time, he was pushed away by Wanda.

At this moment, Jazzy was really scared. He had never had such a strong feeling, afraid of losing Wanda.

Wanda wrapped herself in a bath towel and left the bathroom. Without a word and without giving Jazzy any chance, she went straight to the bedroom and locked the door.

When Jazzy reached the bedroom and found that the door once open only for him was locked, he truly panicked. This was the first time Jazzy felt cowardly in this breakup.

"Wanda, open the door, why do you want to lock the door? Before, no matter how angry you were with me, you never locked the door."

"Wanda, open the door, let me in, I’m willing to explain to you..."

Listening to the constant knocking outside the door.

Wanda thought her heart would not waver, but at this moment, she suddenly felt so sour and bitter. She leaned weakly against the door and every knock seemed to hit her heart.

Until late at night.

Jazzy cried and pleaded, never giving up, "Wanda, what do you want me to do to make you forgive me? As long as you say it, I’ll do it!"

In this relationship, Jazzy had never compromised so much, never begged for forgiveness so humbly. In the past 998 breakups, it was Wanda who stood outside the door.

Many times, even if the breakup was because of Jazzy’s fault, as long as Jazzy apologized a little, Wanda would soften, choose to forgive, couldn’t wait to open the door and throw herself into Jazzy’s arms.

But now, the two had swapped positions.

Still, Wanda was unwilling to open the door.

Until the next morning.

There was no sound outside. Wanda thought Jazzy had left.

But when she came downstairs, she saw Jazzy, who had never cooked, making breakfast in the kitchen in a panicked yet funny way.

The eggs were all burnt by him. There were several red spots on his arms. His fingers were also wrapped with bandages from cutting vegetables. His hair was messy and he looked miserable…

Jazzy saw Wanda standing at the kitchen door and he quickly tried to tidy up his miserable look, "Wanda, don’t look at me, I’m so embarrassed now, you know I’ve never cooked, but your chef isn’t here, I was worried you’d be hungry this morning..."

He spoke gentle and considerate words, his tone no longer like the frivolous, impetuous man before.

This reminded Wanda of the 172nd breakup. On her way to Jazzy’s house, she was lost in thought and didn’t notice the road, then was knocked down by a child on a bicycle.

Although she told Jazzy it was just minor injuries. But when Jazzy knew, he immediately abandoned the billion-dollar project he was negotiating and rushed to the hospital without hesitation.

He clearly used to love her so much... But why could he love another person deeply at the same time...

Wanda felt as if a fishbone was stuck in her throat, the pain sharp and said with difficulty, "I’m sorry, I was just very tired yesterday and wanted to be alone, you don’t have to embarrass yourself like this..."

"I should be the one saying sorry."

Jazzy walked to Wanda with a trembling voice and hugged her tightly, "It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have ignored your feelings. From now on, I’ll treat you twice as well, never break up easily and never make you so tired and sad again."

Never break up again?

Wanda looked at Jazzy in her arms, smiled bitterly and recalled the conversation between Jazzy and his friend in her mind.

"You and Wanda have broken up for the 999th time. You once agreed that if you are still together after the 1000th breakup, you’ll get married."