Because he slept late, Jia Le also woke up late, and it was already past ten o'clock when he woke up. When he woke up, he didn't want to eat anything, he didn't want to do anything, and he was still too lazy to get in bed.

It was noon when Zhou Li came back. After Zhou Li entered the house, she saw that Jia Le was still lying on the bed, so she asked him if he had eaten. Knorr replied no.

"Where did you go last night?"

"Oh, I ate too late and I went home. ”

"What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you. Zhou Li then said.

"You can do it yourself. ”

Jia Le was not ignorant of what had happened last night, at least he knew that she had just deceived him. She didn't go home at all last night. He had called her mother last night and this morning. Her mother said she didn't come home. In the face of her concealment and deception, he did not challenge her. He was not in the mood or in the mood to quarrel with her.

Since Jia Le and Zhou Li lived together, Zhou Li rarely cooked. When Zhou Li took the initiative to cook for him and deliberately asked for his preferences, Jia Le's heart was somewhat moved, and his resentment towards her was reduced a lot.

Zhou Li went to the kitchen to cook. Knorr also put on her clothes and went to wash her face and brush her teeth.

Zhou Li fried a total of three dishes, all of which Knorr loves to eat. She also deliberately put his favorite braised tofu in front of him. In addition, before she ate, she picked up the chopsticks and put the vegetables into his bowl. All of her actions were a sign of her remorse. However, the more attentive she became, the more he stood firm in his fears that something must have happened last night.

Jia Le lowered his head and ate blindly, and didn't say anything to Zhou Li. Zhou Li wanted to talk to him, but she couldn't find the right time and the right topic. In desperation, she had no choice but to pick up the rice bowl, pick up the chopsticks, and eat the food without a bite. They sat facing each other, eating the same meal, but each with its own belly, and the situation was like a dream in the same bed.

At night, Jia Le and Zhou Li lay in bed together, but they no longer had the passion they had in the past. Sometimes, he will also have a whim, and it is just that the man is facing the instinctive impulse of a woman, so he presses on her body and tosses a few times to vent his impulses and resentment. There is no love between the two of them, or more accurately, the most important factor in determining whether love can exist - honesty. Jia Le didn't know why Zhou Li couldn't be honest with him, why he couldn't tell him what happened last night, and why he lied to him instead. If Zhou Li told Jia Le everything about last night, Jia Le might forgive her for her betrayal of love, scold the old pervert, and beat the old pervert severely to punish the old pervert for bullying his lover. But she didn't. She chose to hide and deceive him. She doesn't know that her concealment and deception are the triggers that lead to the destruction of her love with Knorr. Since there is no love between Jia Le and Zhou Li, the so-called sex cannot be called sex for the two of them, but can only be regarded as *** He is impulsive and resentful to her again and again to make him feel empty and painful afterwards****** since he had unhappiness with Zhou Li, Jia Le has been in pain all day long. That taste made him worse than falling out of love. When he goes to work, he still has to pretend to be kind to work, so that the company's employees, especially his parents, don't see the clues. After work, he returned to his lodgings, feeling that it was no longer a paradise of joy, but a hell of all kinds of tortures that tortured him physically and mentally. In order to get rid of the fatigue of disguise, in order not to be tortured by pain again, he wanted to ask her several times what happened that night, but every time the words always came to his lips, but he did not have the courage to say it. After trying to ask many times, he chose to remain silent. He wanted to use time to bridge the gap between him and her, and dissolve the pain in his heart. To be sure, his cowardice was also the trigger for the breakdown of his and hers' love.

Love! You make people happy and painful! But a lot of pain in love comes from the self-inflicted work of two people who originally loved each other. Why can't we be honest with our loved ones and bridge the gap between us and them through verbal communication? Why should we remain silent in the face of misunderstandings and estrangements? Why should we use time, the most useless medicine, to heal our soul wounds?