I've always considered myself lucky.

Doing the work you love and loving the people you love the most.

Never wanted to change the status quo, I thought it would all be like this forever and until the end of the world.

I don't know that all the good things are passing by little by little.

On that breezy morning, I was preparing Yang Er's favorite breakfast as usual, and I was still thinking about how to spend a wonderful day.

Yang Er is my boyfriend, and when we were in college, we fell in love with each other, and then we loved each other. Like all couples, we have also spent the moon before and after, like glue and paint, sweet and sweet.

It was the best time of my life, and it was also my brightest years.

After all, six years have passed. I have grown from a young and beautiful girl to a young woman who is not so young and still wants to be beautiful, and Yang Er has also grown from a sunny boy to a mature and stable man.

But, in my eyes, he is still the perfect boy.

At the moment, he is sitting across from me, concentrating on his work on the computer.

Yang Er is an advertising designer, so even on weekends, he is still thinking about his ideas.

"Breakfast." I leaned down in front of him and said cutely.

"Got it." Yang Er replied lightly, his eyes still staying on the computer, and he had no intention of leaving the desk at all.

"Do you want me to feed you?" I reached out and swung up and down in front of him.

"Don't make a fuss." Yang Er dodged my palm, a slight hint of impatience on his face.

My eyes caught this subtle expression, and I cared about every expression, every look, and every movement of Yang Er.

I don't know if the problem is with me, or if Yang Er has changed, but during this time, he has become more and more cold to me, so that this spring, the room is always filled with humid air.

I kept my smile on my face, ignoring Yang Er's ignorance and pretending not to care, but I still felt that the heat from the milk made the room look particularly dull.

Milk and bread are Yang Er's favorite pairing, but they don't seem to attract him today.

In order to get his attention, I deliberately puffed out my cheeks and stared at him like a fathead fish.

"What are you doing?" Yang Er frowned at me lightly.

Although we have been together for six years, I still have my heart beating faster when I am stared at by him like this.

"The brewed milk is going to be cold." As soon as I spoke, I felt like a deflated balloon again.

Yang Er reluctantly closed the computer: "Li Nuo-"

He called my name but stopped, and finally picked up the milk from the computer and drank it down, and the remaining milk flowed back down the glass to the bottom of the glass.

However, time does not turn back, and everything that is passing cannot be turned back. For example, feelings, once this kind of thing is exhausted, it is difficult to withdraw, and if it starts to slack, it is difficult to pour out its thoughts.

I am the former, but Yang Er has become the latter.

It's a pity that this is what I realized later, and I didn't realize such a sad reality at that time.

"Let's talk."

After a long time, Yang Er said as if he had finally mustered up his courage.

"What are you talking about?"

"I don't want to go on like this."

I said sluggishly, "What? Are you changing jobs? ”

"I mean......" his voice grew quieter and his eyes sadder, "I don't want to live like this anymore." ”

I slowly woke up, it turned out that he wanted to replace me, and I felt ridiculous for my stupidity. His apathy during this time and I still feel good about myself attributed to the fact that I am too tired from work, in fact, I am tired of me.

The only thing I am glad for is that he left me with a sad look, at least he is still sad about the breakup.

I'm willing to think like that.

If I don't think so, it will only be sadder.

"You're bound to find someone better in the future."

"Don't say it, don't say it."

I lowered my head and muttered a repeat, tears welling up in my eyes.

Once, I always felt that our senses were one, that one party's happiness and sorrow could be felt by the other, and from then on, he could no longer feel my sorrow, and my sorrow had nothing to do with him.

The thought of this makes my heart ache, so I want to fight for it.

"But I love you so much, and I still love you."

I lifted my tearful face and looked at Yang Er pleadingly.

"I'm sorry."

He avoided my gaze and resolutely.

Nothing helps.