When I received her call, there was a noisy background on Jiang Yu's side. I didn't know how many people were talking, and the music was so loud that it hurt my ears.

"Jiang Yu!" I angrily shouted at her for the first time, "What did you do? Where's my money?"

Jiang Yu was probably busy and casually replied, "Wait, brother, I'll tell you when I get back."

I patiently waited for her at home. The sunlight outside gradually descended and disappeared, and the messages on my phone went unanswered as if they sank into the sea.

At that moment, I suddenly felt a bit lost.

What do I like about her? Do I like her because she's beautiful, speaks nicely, and can act coquettish?

But apart from these, I have never understood her interests and hobbies, don't know her friends, and have no idea about her daily life. She has no intention of letting me know about these things.

She never publicly includes me in her social media posts, always making excuses and saying she'll make it public when things stabilize.

I asked myself in my heart, isn't this what I wanted?

But when I turned around and looked, the house was empty and filled with clothes, pants, and shoes scattered everywhere, the desk was cluttered with rubbish, and the refrigerator contained long-expired and moldy food. Since we started living together, she has boldly treated me like a servant.

The door opened, and Jiang Yu came in with a strong smell of alcohol, looking confused.

She was walking unsteadily, and it seemed like she was about to fall after a few steps. I swallowed the questioning words and sighed, supporting her body.

Her unique fragrance spread out, charming and captivating. These words could all describe it. However, at this moment, I untimely thought of Qi Zhaozhao.

She always wore the most comfortable white T-shirt and jeans at home, with light and simple makeup. When she smiled, she looked like a pure white Pomeranian, very cute.

She always asked me, "Zhang Qiao, can we have a home together?"

She looked into my eyes seriously, with the greatest expectations and faint prayers.

She said, "I want to have a home with you."

But I always felt that a lifetime is too long, and life is like an endless wilderness, full of unknowns.

Marriage restrains people, buries them, so I kept brushing her off again and again.

My heart faintly ached. I belatedly realized what I had missed and lost over the years.

I pushed away a girl who loved me deeply with my own hands.

"Let's break up." I took a deep breath, ignoring Jiang Yu's stunned gaze. She struggled and anxiously tried to interrupt me.

"I said let's break up." I was annoyed.

Jiang Yu, who always thought she was in control, turned pale for the first time. She was considerably sober despite the alcohol and refused to break up no matter what.

Well, it's difficult for anyone to accept losing a cash machine. I thought to myself with self-ridicule.

"I don't want you to pay the money back. Consider it as me paying for my own mistakes." With that said, without hesitation, I gave her the night to pack up and move out.

I dared not cover my own heart. If I said one more word, I would feel increasingly uncomfortable, to the point where I could hardly breathe.

I couldn't help but think, Zhaozhao, when we broke up, did you feel this much pain too? How did you manage to move on?