Love you... When I heard these two words, all the strength in my body was instantly hollowed out by these two words, and I didn't have any strength up and down my body, and I almost collapsed to the ground.

Thankfully, my consciousness alerted me and didn't let me just fall. But I really didn't have the strength or the courage to continue eavesdropping, because I was afraid that I would hear even more chilling words...

I walked back into the room, leaving less strength in my body with each step. It wasn't until I walked into the room and carefully closed the door that I could really collapse to the ground, "enjoying" the unusual feeling that those two words brought me...

The one he loves is not me... The person who lives deep inside him is not me...

Although the floor is cold, it is not as cold as his "love you". I suddenly felt that his hobby was far away, and his body temperature was so far away that I couldn't see my position in his heart clearly, so far away that I couldn't feel his warmth.

Are all those things that have been said false? Are all the good old days illusory? Did he say that he loved me, and all the life he said, was it all fake?

I don't know, I really don't know. At this point, I don't have the strength to make judgments, and I can't even breathe. I really want to just go to sleep and wake up in heaven, so that I can't feel this miserable life, and I won't have this false love...

Will he be the second Wu Yao? Will it be the second one to abandon me?

I used to fantasize every day, fantasizing about the beautiful life we would have in the future, and fantasizing about what kind of story I would write with him in the future. But now it seems that these "good lives" are just in my mind, just fantasies.

He will still be like Wu Yao, he will abandon me like him, and throw me into the cold abyss along with the love I gave him.

It's time to leave, leave Ouyang Ze, leave this home, leave this place full of falsehoods, and pursue the most authentic human warmth...

Christao once left me a note with her address, and she said that I could go to her house when I was out and get lost, and that she would make me something to eat even late at night to satisfy my stomach.

Lost on the go? It's just a pretext, she knows I'm not going out, and there's no ridiculous claim that I'm lost. The reason why the note was given to me and left an excuse must have a deeper meaning in it.

I rummaged through the drawers of the bedside table, rummaging through the jars of medicine in the drawers. I remember she once put the note in, and when I drank water, she wrote the address on the back of the instruction manual and tucked it into the drawer.

"Rustle..."

The sound of the pills colliding with each other in the bottles decorated the dark and quiet room with "life", and also reminded Ouyang Ze that I was not asleep.

The English instructions were written all over the place, and I couldn't tell which one had the address written on it, and looking at the words on the instructions carefully in the dark was undoubtedly challenging my eyesight, and at the same time increasing the difficulty.

The same is in English, and the handwriting is better than the printed type. Especially the handwriting style written from Christao's hand, which is called a beautiful, elegant, and feminine one. It's like a few dancers leaving their own beautiful shadows on the paper, and one by one they are superimposed to achieve that beautiful text.

Even though it was late at night, I chose to leave at this time. In such a false place, you really can't stay for a second. I don't want to get up tomorrow morning to see Ouyang Ze's face again, look at his cold expression, and I don't want to follow him to the hospital tomorrow to arrange time for surgery...

Surgery?

I suddenly remembered that he was going to take me to the hospital tonight. If he has no feelings for me, why use that money to treat me? Why not invest in the company to save the crisis, or raise him to say "love him"?

I just feel that my brain is in chaos, I really can't tell the truth from the fake, and I really can't see what kind of person he is... But no matter what the truth is, I should choose to leave, empty my mind, let me jump out of this chaos, and see things as they are.

I dressed lightly, for fear that I would make a noise and wake up Ouyang Ze when I moved. It was just getting dressed, so it didn't take long to get dressed.

I didn't pack my clothes or take anything. Because after all, this is not an outing, this is a runaway. Standing at the door of the room, looking at the furniture in the room and the sheets and bedding that stained my smell, I just felt very sour in my heart.

After all, this is also the home I have lived in for so long, and I have some feelings, not for the people who have been in this bed, but for the bedding that warms my body...

It's time to go, stop being nostalgic!

With a long sigh, he waved goodbye to everything in the house one last time. This time I'm really leaving, and I'll never come back.

- I'm gone, don't look for me again. You should invest the money in the company, career is the most correct choice for you, forget me...

Pressed the note under his key so that he could stop worrying about my life and death, and concentrate on finding his "true love".

Of course, it was not only the parting words that were suppressed, but also the persistent love for him in my heart...

"Smack."

With the crisp sound of the door lock, I also left the embrace of this house, leaving the love that was both true and false.

Chris Tao has really become my only friend in the United States, and the only person who cares about me. This time I went to find her, not only to beg her to take her in, but also to ask her about Ouyang Ze's past, and ask her about things I didn't know...

Cristao once said that she had been cleaning at Ouyang Ze's house for a long time. Therefore, she must know something I don't know, maybe it includes the "Qing" that Ouyang Ze said in his mouth, the person Ouyang Ze loves the most.

"Whew!"

Late at night is the stage for the cold wind show, and the vast land gives it the opportunity to show its strength. As I walked along the road, gusts of wind came from all directions, constantly invading my body and invading my already fragile nerves.

Although he didn't wear a thin layer when he went out, a jacket obviously couldn't resist the cold wind. Every step on the road is an ordeal.

At this point, I can finally appreciate the pain of the wanderer. Feel the pain of being homeless and exposed to the cold all day long. However, it is not only the body that is cold, but also the heart, the heart that has been thrown into the ice cellar...

In the dark of night, there are no cars running on the road. If you want to take a car to get to the city center quickly, you can't do it, you can only move step by step, inch by inch to find the city to move forward...