After some questioning, Park Ji-sin finally knew which city Shen Ye had gone to.

It's not far, it's just next door, but it's such a big city, Park Ji-sin doesn't know when they will meet again.

He began to work frantically, and in the eyes of outsiders, he looked more ruthless and resolute than before, and step by step he turned usury into loans with the same interest rate as banks, and there were absolutely no minors in the nightclubs under his hands, and money laundering stopped......

In the dead of night, Park Ji-sin would sit on the sofa where Shen Ye had sat and lie on the bed he had sit, feeling his breathing over and over again, imagining what he would be doing when he was not there.

Maybe he was trying to find evidence of his money laundering, or he was thinking about how to get rid of his lover's identity.

Park Ji-sin was lying on the bed, holding the clothes that Shen Ye had worn in his arms, and only in the dark night when there was no one else, he would take off the mask of the day.

Silently thought about all the events of these short months, and every beat of his heart seemed to push this depression and pain into the blood, flowing through his limbs and hundreds of bones.

It turns out that loss is not terrible, what is terrible is loss and regain.

He still had a lot of words to tell Shen Ye, and before he could say 'I love you' to Shen Ye, he left without looking back.

"Park Ji-yeh" Why are you running away, isn't it good to face it together? What should you do when you have no one to hold you when you're in pain?

The white horse flies by, and time flies.

In the process of searching for "Park Ji-ye", Park Ji-sin doesn't know how many days and nights he has spent alone, and he doesn't know how much loneliness and pain he chewed alone.

I don't know when it began, his nights became darker and darker, his addiction to smoking became bigger and bigger, and he was used to numbing himself with coffee and cigarettes, as if he could struggle in a whirlpool of pain.

The cigarette burned out at his fingertips, and the pain from his fingertips made Park Ji-chen wake up, and in a trance, it was like a lifetime, and three years had passed like this.

Three years, another three years.

It's time to come back, right? I waited three years last time, and this time three years have arrived, when will I come back?

He and everything around him didn't seem to change much, and it seemed that everything had changed, and what didn't change was that the boy he missed day and night had never appeared.

Just like six years ago and three years ago, so decisively gone.

Park Ji-sin took a deep breath and blew out the candle on the cake, today is the birthday of "Ji-ye".

Even if he forgets everything, he won't forget "Tomoya" and won't forget his birthday.

After Shen Ye left, Park Ji-sin met a person who was very similar to him, but unfortunately it was not him after all.

After sitting in the room for a long time, Park Ji-sin looked up at the sky, tonight, the moon and stars in the sky are exceptionally beautiful.

I had never paid attention to the sky before, and after Shen Ye left, Park Ji-sin often sat alone at night and looked up at the night sky, as if he could see the face that he thought about day and night through the stars.

For many people, three years is fast, but for Park Ji-sin, every minute and every second is torment.

It's been three years, and he's been looking forward to his return every moment, even if he subconsciously feels that his "wisdom" may be dead.

But as long as you look forward to it with a good wish and wait, it will always come true, right?

My Jiya, my Jeong-hwan! I want to talk with more like-minded people about "Fast Wear: How to Abandon the Therapy of the Sick and Delicate Male Protagonist", and pay attention to "Youyue Literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find a confidant~