On the night of the breakup, Yang Er moved out of the house we lived in together and left nothing behind.

I've seen a movie about a man and a woman after a breakup, one of them comes back again and again to pick up things, and in the process the two slowly reconcile.

However, such a situation will never happen between me and Yang Er.

Because, Yang Er doesn't have any luggage, he doesn't like shopping, he doesn't like to collect, he always says that clothes and daily necessities are enough to wear, and all his luggage is enough for a lockbox. Now it seems that it is so that it is convenient not to be tied up when leaving.

The original advantages seem to have become disadvantages again.

He really didn't give himself any reason and didn't give me any chance.

In this way, I still live in the house where we used to live, thinking and crying every night. On the one hand, I am still looking forward to it, looking forward to Yang Er if he has compassion, looking forward to his prodigal son coming back and knocking on my door again, and living here with me again.

I don't need him to pray to me with remorse, or to move me with his true feelings, my heart is always open for him.

But, never.

Not even in my dreams.

It was as if he had disappeared from my life, no phone calls, no texts, no chance encounters.

It seems that I should have forgotten that he was, but it wasn't that simple.

A week passed, but I remembered him more, missed him more, missed him more, and idly recalled our past over and over again, bit by bit, and even began to remember every word he said, and every look on his face when he spoke.

I felt like I was crazy.

I want to see him again.

Finally, from the bottom of my heart, I cried out to me, I want to see him, even if I don't talk or hug, just see him, even if it's just from afar.

Otherwise, I'll go crazy.

With this thought, I immediately put it into action, not waiting for a second, as if there was nothing else to do in my world.

It seems that I really have nothing to do, without Yang Er, I am not interested in anything, and I am not interested in the work I used to love. Even the so-called self-esteem, self-love, and shame, I have forgotten all of them, and I have never been so enthusiastic.

However, the facts in front of me gave me another blow to the head.

I didn't have his new phone, and after the breakup, he deactivated the original phone, what a ruthless person. I didn't have a new address for him, and when he left, we didn't say a word, not even a final goodbye.

So, I didn't give up on running to his place of work, and that was my last resort.

Although this is what Yang Er hates the most, he said that the place of work should only belong to work, and as for other things, it should be discussed outside of work, so as to conform to the way things should be.

The way it should be.

On the way there, I kept repeating these words.

What is my life supposed to be like, isn't it to love him and stay with him until the end of the day?

He told me with facts that it was just wishful thinking on my part.

When I arrived at the door of his company, I hesitated for a moment, but finally plucked up the courage to walk in.

When the elevator was about to reach the twelfth floor, I even hoped that Yang Er would just come out of the company, and then we would meet unexpectedly, so it would not be considered a violation of his rules.

However, when the elevator doors opened, the hallway was empty, and I was disillusioned.

As I stepped out of the elevator, I took out the anti-blue light glasses in my bag and put them on to cover my bloated eyes from crying all night, then took a deep breath and walked towards the front desk, trying to ask the front desk staff in a calm tone.

"Yang Er?" The front desk staff asked me rhetorically.

"Yes, can you call me for that?" My heart was pounding.

"He's resigned."

"Resign?"

I couldn't believe my ears, he had worked here for five years, and this job not only contained all his youth and blood, but also gave me countless warmth and embrace, but he had so easily discarded it all in such a short time.

Including me, and our love.

I admired his courage and decisiveness, but I also felt that he was really the most ruthless person in the world.

But where is he?