After leaving these words, Lu Yan walked away, leaving me alone to suffer in memories and reality.

If I remember correctly, did he just call me Ah Zhi?

Ah Zhi... It's been a long time since I heard that name.

The first time I heard that name was back in junior high school.

Back then, Lu Yan had a rebellious air about him, but he wasn't as arrogant and rude as he is now.

We used to go to school together, go out together. He would secretly give me a small hot water bottle on snowy days, saying it was to warm my hands, and he would invite me to his house to watch movies on scorching summer days.

He would tease me, show me horror movies, then ask if I was scared, and I would just shake my head, stubbornly saying, "Is that all?"

He would chuckle, revealing a pair of charming dimples, "Ah Zhi, why is your mouth harder than a bed frame?"

I don't remember when he started becoming indifferent and unpredictable, but the young me stubbornly believed that Lu Yan and I were meant to be together, so I went to great lengths to be good to him. But when I finally realized it, he was no longer the boy I knew.

He cursed me, mocked me, played tricks on me, abandoned me. He knew I liked him, yet he always flirted with other girls in front of me, even turning my affection and efforts into jokes to tell others after dinner.

He was malicious, heartless, decadent, dissolute, lost in luxury, at least, towards me, he was like that.

It's obsession, dragging me step by step into the abyss, leaving me battered and bruised, hitting walls repeatedly.

But humans are not plants. The accumulated disappointment and pain are enough to erode feelings of love for a person, especially when Lu Yan almost caused my death.

Love?

There's no love left, only endless hatred and resentment.