The surrounding jeers were too loud, so loud that I could only hear a buzzing in my mind and couldn't make out anything clearly.

The overhead lights were dazzling, and the sound of clinking glasses and teasing laughter echoed back and forth.

For a moment, I couldn't even tell if I was in a dream or in reality.

It wasn't until later, when the night grew late and the stars twinkled, that the crowd gradually dispersed.

Zhao Shanshan got drunk and was pushed into Xu Qin's arms. "Xu Qin, please take Zhao Shanshan back for me."

He supported her and walked towards the car.

Zhao Shanshan kept murmuring all the way, and I didn't know what she was saying, but her body swayed and leaned against him.

Even when Xu Qin put her into the car and bent down to get in, he never noticed me.

Under the streetlight, their silhouette resembled a pair of romantic figures who had experienced ups and downs.

I stood under another streetlight and called his name, "Xu Qin."

He paused, as if he had just remembered that I existed, and turned his head to look at me.

His brows and eyes were handsome and spirited, faintly resembling the contours of his youth.

He furrowed his brows slightly, showing a rare impatience. "You go back first. She's drunk."

Seeing that I didn't respond, he glanced at me and his voice turned cold. "Don't be too delicate. You didn't use to be like this before."

After saying that, he got into the car, and the vehicle quickly disappeared on the sparsely populated road.

Oh, yes, I didn't use to be like this before.

I tried hard to think about it. Yes, from our courtship to marriage, it seemed like I had always been the one taking the initiative.

It seemed like he had never thought that I would take the initiative to leave him.

He didn't think I would bear to do it, and probably didn't think I could do it.

I lowered my head and counted my fingers, one by one.

I liked him, pursued him, and we've been in a relationship for nearly ten years, married for four years.

He occupied half of my past.