Two months after the breakup.

I want to ask how Qi Zhaozhao has been recently.

The messages in the WeChat chat box are still stuck at the last time. She excitedly told me that she would be off work soon and asked me where I wanted to go tonight.

A strange feeling in my heart made me feel uncomfortable.

I put down my phone. Isn't this the kind of life I wanted? No one cares if I smoke or drink, no one cares what time I go home, no one constantly calls me to report, no arguments, no trivial matters. What I have now is a life that I never dared to imagine before.

My current girlfriend is also considerate and gentle, completely different from Qi Zhaozhao.

The next morning, I clocked in at the company.

The manager announced the news of transferring to a branch. He thinks highly of me and patted my shoulder, saying, "Zhang Qiao, I've always had high hopes for you. You have to secure this position."

I was confident and stayed up late to plan and prepare the proposal. I stayed up so late that I could barely keep my eyes open, but finally, I completed all the details.

When I presented, I was dumbfounded.

My proposal was copied about 80% by the colleague across from me.

He stood on the stage, talking confidently. The more I thought about it, the angrier I got, and my hands were trembling with anger.

He looked over and provocatively smiled at me.

My rationality collapsed instantly.

"This is my idea, and you stole my work!"

I stood up and slammed the table. The people in the conference hall had unpleasant expressions, and Fang Qiang, who was presenting on stage, froze in place.

The cooperation that was within my grasp fell through. The manager pointed at me, scolding me, calling me useless.

Fang Qiang was indifferent and mocked me for my lack of ability.

We got into a fight again, and I ended up moving out of the dormitory.

The phone rang, and I answered it with anger.

"Mr. Zhang, is this you? We are XX Express, and there's a package that needs to be signed by you."

I thought for a long time, "I didn't buy anything. You must have the wrong person."

"Please wait." The person on the other end checked the address and contact information. I could hear the sound of pages flipping. "It's indeed your package. Could you please come and receive it?"

I received it at home, and when I opened it, it was the new phone that I had been talking about wanting to change before.

The latest model.

It's not cheap.

I only mentioned it to Qi Zhaozhao.

I immediately wanted to call her through WeChat, but I hurriedly put everything back in its original place. I felt that I couldn't accept this thing.

The phone kept ringing, but she didn't answer.

I wanted to send her a WeChat message, but suddenly realized that our chat box had been empty for a long time.

She used to be busier than me with work, always wanting to share everything with me. The white dialogue box occupied most of the page.

But my replies became fewer and fewer.

"Hmm," "Oh," "Okay." They were usually perfunctory. I always felt that she sent too many messages that I didn't want to read.

No freedom, it's like a suffocating cage that confines me.

There was one time when she was very angry with me. It was raining heavily, and she called me, asking if I could pick her up. I was playing games at that time and casually replied, "Okay," then put down my phone.

When I looked at the time again, more than two hours had passed.

That time, we had a fierce argument. She was wearing drenched clothes and looked miserable. She looked at me, and tears fell straight down.

"Zhang Qiao, do you really love me?" she asked while crying.

That was also the only time her emotions fluctuated dramatically.

It was only then that I realized how big of a mistake I had made. I hugged her tightly as if I wanted to imprint her in my bones.

I swore that I would treather well and make it up to her.

But as time went on, I fell back into my old habits. I became distant again, preferring my own freedom over her needs and desires.

Now, two months after our breakup, I'm sitting alone in my empty apartment, regretting my choices. I can't help but wonder how Qi Zhaozhao is doing.

Should I reach out to her? Should I apologize for my behavior and try to mend what's broken?

These thoughts consume my mind as I stare at the phone in my hand, contemplating whether I should make the call.