Before I knew it, it was dusk, and I had been separated from him for 10 days, and for 10 days, he had no phone calls, no text messages, and disappeared from my world.

It turned out that he could really be so decisive. Did I really make him desperate? Or was he tired of it?

Or am I just a drop in the ocean for him, even if I have some concerns, it is still easy to forget me in the world of Yingying Yanyan?

The mind is constantly cranky, and the words of many people are coming like a tide, Xiaoli's

"I heard that he spends a lot of "Aiyun's."

"He's had more women than we've ever seen," the babysitter's

"I'm doing it for a long time in another house" stranger

"Ziyue, Ling Yi, are you here?" ------ sentence almost overwhelmed me, suffocating me until I gasped, and I had no strength to struggle.

After some while, I slowly stood up and fed the little turtle, which seemed to be hungry for several days, and happily fluttered and ate.

I feel a little distressed when I see it. Little turtle, no one cares about you like me. I glanced at the house again, and I quietly locked the door and left.

Going there once is like opening a door to him, and I want to go a second time, a third time, even if I can feel the breath of his departure, I still want to go.

The next day, I couldn't help but go again, giving myself the reason that the baby turtle was hungry and needed to be fed. It was a tangled journey all the way, but it was more than 2 hours of bus travel and it was still so fast.

There was no one in the house, so the nanny may have been fired by him or gone to another home. I laughed at myself in my heart, maybe someone had already shifted ground.

Feeding the little turtle, sitting quietly on the chair in front of the windowsill, looking downstairs, I don't know how long it took, there were more women walking the dog, and more people came and went downstairs, I was shocked to realize that the time was not early, the sun was already in the west, and I was about to get up, when my heart suddenly slammed, and began to jump suddenly, his car.

It is slowly driving through the front of the building, from here you can quickly lead to the underground garage, and then the elevator goes upstairs.

I was shocked, I had a feeling of wanting to run away from the door, but found that he did not continue to walk forward, but stopped downstairs and walked out, my heart seemed to jump out, nervous hands were sweaty, I couldn't see his demeanor clearly, I saw a formal suit, he liked to wear a dark suit, and looked very cold.

I was almost unsteady on my feet, my hands clutching the railing of the balcony, but I saw him leaning against the car, lighting a cigarette and smoking, and looking at the location of my room upstairs, I was startled and quickly hid behind the curtains of the balcony.

I looked at him from the window, my heart trembled, he looked here from the window, he shouldn't be able to see me, I don't know what his mood is?

Did he come to rest and rest? Or did he see me and didn't want to come up? Just looked at each other, very similar to Bian Zhilin's artistic conception: you stand upstairs and watch the scenery, the people watching the scenery look at you outside the building, the bright moon decorates your window, and you decorate other people's dreams.

Ziyue, I don't know who is decorating your dreams these nights, in my dreams, it's all you... The kung fu of a cigarette is as long as a century, at first you who were inadvertent, and I who were casual at first, experienced this, what is your mood?

I was in so much pain, I could barely support it, and I slowly squatted down with the curtains, and my tears had already slipped unconsciously.

He finished his cigarette and turned to get into the car and left, I came out from behind the curtain and stretched out my hand, but the glass window was in front of me, and I couldn't catch anything.