So after going out, I called a friend to help me check if there were any rental houses near the company.

Guan Mo got off work on time.

He sent me several messages that day.

I replied with just two symbolic messages.

When he came back in the evening, he rushed to hug me.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

He rested his head on my shoulder, his tone revealing a hint of disappointment: "Huan Huan, you didn't pay much attention to me today."

"I was a bit scared."

Distance and separation are both palpable.

Guan Mo, you can feel my distance.

And I can feel your detachment.

I gently pushed away from his embrace.

I went back to the bedroom alone.

It continued like this for a few days.

Finally, on the fourth day, he couldn't take it anymore.

When I coldly passed him by to go to work, he stopped me.

"Huan Huan, can we talk?"

I looked at my watch and said, "Not now, time is running out, maybe next time."

Ignoring his hurt expression, I grabbed my keys and left.

At lunchtime, a friend called to say they found a house.

So I went to pay the rent, then went back to pack some things.

When Guan Mo came back in the evening, I had dinner ready.

He hurriedly came forward to take it, afraid I might get burned.

I've been quiet these days, mostly letting him talk, and I don't say much.

Now as we sat opposite each other, the atmosphere was eerily quiet.

Gone was the warmth of the past.

"Guan Mo," I called.

He looked up immediately, his tone trying to please, "What's wrong, Huan Huan."

"I rented a house near the company and plan to move out," I explained to him.

He paused while picking up food, "Why?"

I spoke calmly, explaining, "I've been having trouble sleeping lately, so I want to rent a house near the company for convenience."

He stared at me, as if trying to find something in my eyes.

But there was nothing.

Guan Mo, I've already processed a lot of emotions these days.

After dinner, he saw the packed bags in the room and couldn't hold back anymore.

"Huan Huan, why do you want to move out?"

I walked over to grab the suitcase, "I told you, I really haven't been sleeping well lately."

He held my wrist tightly, "Lately, you've been lukewarm towards me. Even when I care about you and send you messages, you just respond with a casual 'you too,' as if it's just a formality. I don't feel any love from you."

"Do you have something on your mind? Please talk to me, I can explain,"

Before I could speak, he continued, "I've explained about Tang Xuexi to you. We really have no feelings or involvement anymore."

"She went to the birthday party with Fang Chen, and she was the one who asked to add me on WeChat. I didn't think she was special, but if I didn't add her, it would seem like I can't let go."

"She really did get lost and didn't know many people here, so I was just helping out a friend."

He murmured while bowing his head, "What else, what else?"

"Oh, yes, about not introducing you to my friends, I can explain that too."

"You know I'm possessive, and when I was with Tang Xuexi, she got along well with my friends, they would often joke around, and while it's normal, I would get jealous. So I didn't want you to get too close to them."

"Huan Huan, trust me, what I'm saying is true. If you're unhappy, you can talk to me, don't keep it to yourself, okay?"

Ask you what?

Did she buy that cake? Why was it in the trunk of your car?

Didn't Tang Xuexi have a good relationship with your friend? Why didn't she ask Fang Chen for help in this city?

Is adding someone on WeChat really appropriate for ex-boyfriend and girlfriend?

I think I don't need that anymore.

Adult conversations shouldn't be so difficult.

I gently removed his hand, "Guan Mo, I believe you."

Then I pulled the suitcase and left.