Tang Yue was groggy and didn't know how long he lay down before he slowly woke up. Looking at the empty and lonely bedroom, she felt extremely pathetic. Tang Yue sat up with her hands on the Simmons mattress behind her, and the thin blanket slid down her neck. She was a little dazed and couldn't remember that she had a cover. It feels like someone has come in in the haze, it shouldn't be Fan Yin....he won't care so much about himself.

Fan Yin ran out of the bedroom in a panic and went to the study, smoking a pack of cigarettes irritably, but couldn't help but plan to go back and have a look. He put his ear to the bedroom door and listened to it for a long time without sound, before softly pushing the bedroom door open. He saw that Tang Yue seemed to be asleep, so he walked in slowly, took a blanket from the cabinet and gently covered her body. Then he sat on the edge of the bed and watched Tang Yue for a long time before slowly leaving the bedroom.

Tang Yue felt uncomfortable when he got up, and slowly paced to the bathroom, and he was startled when he looked in the mirror. Is the embarrassed person in the mirror herself? Why did she get like this? Why did her relationship with Fan Yin become like this? Why is life so tiring, are all men and women in this world like her? So what is life for? Heh, Tang Yue felt that he was depressed, and these negative thoughts have always appeared recently. I really despise myself.

Reluctantly washed her face and changed into a clean pajamas, Tang Yue lay back on the bed again, she thought she would lose sleep, and she didn't want to fall asleep not long after lying down. There were many bizarre scenes in the dream, and for a while, I followed Nandong behind my brother when I was a child... The brother's shouting kept stopping, and in a blink of an eye, he jumped to the scene where the brother was taken away and his mother left. Dad sat alone in the corner of the room smoking, squatting next to Dad himself, silently shedding tears. Tang Yue rarely dreams of these scenes, or she deliberately escapes this memory. As the saying goes, there are dreams every day, is it because she always escapes these memories that she does not appear in her dreams. But why did she run out today, she didn't want to have these dreams at all. How good it would be if people could really remember selectively, and those painful, desolate, bitter, all of them would not be wanted.

When I got up in the morning, it was almost nine o'clock, and my head was still a little dizzy, Tang Yue sent a message to the section chief saying that he was not feeling well and asked for a day off. The section chief quickly replied that it was okay to have a good rest. Tang Yue finished sending the message and was about to sleep for a while, but he couldn't sleep when he lay down and tossed and turned, and the scenes in the dream still lingered in his mind. She thought that it had been a long time since she had gone home to see her father, and her daughter was really unfilial.

Tang Yue felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach, so he simply stopped sleeping, and sat up and planned to go out to eat something. I went to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth, opened the bedroom door, and just walked out, I saw Fan Yin sitting at the dining table, and there were all kinds of breakfast on the table, including soy milk fritters and buns, and sandwiches and bacon fried eggs. There is also Tang Yue's favorite eight-treasure porridge, which can be seen to be carefully prepared.

Fan Yin didn't sleep last night, he thought about it all night. He thought that he must keep Tang Yue by his side, it doesn't matter if she doesn't like him now, he will definitely let her like him slowly, he must make it clear to Tang Yue today. He pinched the time to call a table for breakfast, thinking that Tang Yue would definitely be hungry if he didn't eat last night and woke up in the morning. He only remembered the eight-treasure porridge that Tang Yue drank last time, and he didn't know what else she liked to eat, so he prepared it. Fan Yin thought about what to say when she saw Tang Yue for a while, apologize first or confess directly, or directly ask her to stay? Just thinking about it, when she heard Tang Yue open the bedroom door, Fan Yin subconsciously clenched her fists.

Tang Yue opened the bedroom door and saw such a scene. Fan Yin pursed her lips and clasped her hands. Tang Yue couldn't help but think of the terrifying Fan Yin last night. That's it, that's it, since people have never taken themselves seriously, why should they be in love, so be it......

"You... You're up, I've prepared breakfast, come and have some food." Fan Yin looked at Tang Yue's light eyes and said cautiously.

Tang Yue didn't say anything and walked straight to the table and sat down, his stomach had been protesting for a long time and he needed to eat by himself, but looking at this table of food, he didn't have any appetite at all, and Fan Yin sat opposite and didn't move his chopsticks and looked at Tang Yue quietly.

"...... right"

"Fan Yin, just let me go, don't torture me anymore, okay, please..." Tang Yue said this sentence with difficulty before Fan Yin could open his mouth. She is afraid that if she doesn't say it now, she won't have the courage to say it in the future, she is afraid that she will still have illusions because of Fan Yin's occasional gentleness, and she is afraid that this occasional gentleness will make her believe that he also likes her a little bit, and she is afraid that she will never recover from now on.

As soon as Fan Yin mustered up the courage to apologize for what he did last night, he heard Tang Yue's knife-like words stuck in his heart.

"Fanyin, I really can't stand it, I beg you to let me go, I haven't spent any of the money you gave me, and I'll pay it back to you now. If I continue like this, I'm not far from death, do you have to force me like that to be willing?"

The more Tang Yue spoke, the more uncomfortable she became, and tears couldn't help but flow down her cheeks. Fanyin, let me leave, I don't have to look at you every day when I leave, and I don't have to be affectionate for your occasional tenderness. Now leaving you is my only salvation and the only way I can keep my poor self-esteem.