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After I was the one who reached out to make peace, I stopped fighting, and somehow, that was what he couldn't handle. After we got back together, I found a pack of ultra-thin 001s in Ryan Foster's passenger seat. I quietly picked it up and put it away without asking a single question or making a scene. Ryan glanced at me, his expression complicated. Then he explained on his own, "Look again. The whole box is still here. We just ran out at home." I simply hummed and leaned against the uncomfortable seat, pretending to sleep. Until he pulled the car over and spoke in a gentle voice, "Let's buy some supplements. We'll go to your parents' place together for New Year's Day and visit your Mom." I couldn't hold back my tears. I turned away from him, hiding my face. My mother had already passed away, and he still didn't know.