The road in the dark is so long, and the long road has no end in sight in the night. In the darkness, the only thing I felt was the hard touch of the cedar road, and the biting chill of the cold wind.

It's good to come out with my phone, so I can keep an eye on the time and how long I've been away.

Two hours, two full hours, when I walked into the city and looked at the time displayed on my phone, a full two hours had passed.

Before I knew it, I had been walking on the dark road for two hours, and I had left that "warm home" and "sweet lover" for two hours. Time flies, really fast, I really hope that time can pass by in a hurry and take my life away without realizing it.

Although Christao's family is not wealthy, it is not so poor. According to the salary level paid to her by Ouyang Ze, she can also buy an apartment in the city center.

Standing at the bottom of the building, looking at the closed windows, each one of them had no light, and it seemed so cold in the dark, as if no one had lived in the room.

Shouldn't you bother Chris Tao at this time? Waking up her sweet dreams in the middle of the night?

Let's wait, wait for the sky to clear, wait for the night to pass, wait for the sun to come, and then walk into Christao's house surrounded by the sun. In this way, I also seem less bleak and pathetic.

It was already two o'clock in the morning, and although there were still "business" ladies selling on the street, no one came. At this time, everyone is already at home, falling asleep with their families, who cares about the young lady on the street? Will you care about those who have nowhere to go?

Luckily, there are stairs that allow me to sit down and rest, so that sitting on the side of the road will not make some people mistakenly think that I am like those young ladies, waiting for late-night guests...

When I saw the hot bodies of those women and the inadequate clothes, a strong sense of inferiority suddenly came to my heart.

A year ago, was there any difference between me and them? A year ago, wasn't I enjoying the long nightlife just like them, enjoying the different things that different people brought me?

Who am I to laugh at them? I'm not qualified!

When I think about it, I've changed a lot over the past year. It became more liked by more people, and at the same time, I hated it myself.

More people like to contact me and like to talk to me. In their eyes, I was no different from them, just ordinary passers-by, but they didn't know that I had ever done the dirtiest job in the world...

I hate myself now, even though I don't do that kind of "business" anymore and I have a lover. But the mood has also become not the same as before. Now I have learned to be melancholy, sad, sad, and cry... In just one year, I learned the most fragile characteristics of human nature, but forgot the most tenacious ones.

In the past, I could disguise myself so well that others could not see through my mind, and naturally I would not be hurt by it. In the past, I could only use money to communicate with my "lover", and I could use the smell of copper money to resist the trauma caused by "broken love". In the past, I could go with the men around me without any scruples, and I didn't have to reveal my feelings when I did anything with them...

Everything that used to make me yearn for it, everything that I now resent me. I hate who I am, I hate the life I live like a prisoner, I hate the man who used to say he loved me, and the cancer in my body that can take me to the grave...

Is this the life I want? Is this what I got in return for giving up my life in China and everything I did in China? Are these returns really that important to me?

I began to doubt myself, everything around me, whether I made the right decision at the time, whether it was all worth it...

“Hey！ Man！ ”

Seeing that those women had invited guests, somehow I was not ashamed of them, but happy for them. Glad they could wait for a man who could fill their jobs during the long night.

The man was like a piece of fresh meat, attracting the attention of all the women standing on the side of the road. They all rushed forward, scratching their heads in front of him, waiting for his choice.

Although I couldn't see his face, looking at his figure looked familiar, as if I had seen it somewhere.

He's Asian! That short black hair is the most obvious sign of Asians! My instincts told me that I must know him.

Wu Yao! It's Wu Yao! How did he end up here?

Although the women did everything they could, showing their most bewitching side in front of him, he didn't say anything about it, just stood there coldly.

Curiosity prompted me to go downstairs and take a look. Although the shoes on his feet do not make a crisp sound like high heels, they can attract his eyes, attract the eyes that have not been seen for a long time...

"Chen Rui!"

Sure enough, it's him, it's Wu Yao! When he saw me, Wu Yao seemed to see hope, and his whole person seemed to be full of energy. He pushed away the young lady who was surrounding him, squeezed out of the crowd, and ran towards me quickly.

Somehow, when I saw him, I didn't dislike him as before, nor did I turn a blind eye like a stranger, but I was a little happy, and I had an inexplicable sense of happiness, like seeing a friend from the past. No, not friends, it's people who are closer than friends...

This... Kind of like? Is it a revival of old love?

No! No, it won't! What I like now is Ouyang Ze, and what I love is Ouyang Ze! Even though he now has someone else in his heart, I am still his person, and my heart belongs to him.

Although he kept hinting at himself, implying that the person he loved was Ouyang Ze, when he saw Wu Yao's excited expression, he saw his galloping figure. That hint no longer worked, especially when he picked me up and wrapped his arms tightly around my back, his love for Ouyang Ze was even more vague...

"I've found you! Just now, I just lowered my head and tied a shoelace, and as soon as I looked up, you were gone! So you're in the building! ”

Wu Yao is like an excited child, his smile is so sincere, as if he has forgotten that he is the person I hate the most.

"Did you find me? Don't... You followed me all the way? ”

Hearing me ask, the words that Wu Yao wanted to say were blocked back at once, his expression became nervous, and the whole person became embarrassed, as if it was embarrassing for me to find out that stalking.

"Hmm..."