Lin Yu looked cold and ruthless, and walked out of Starbucks without looking back.

He couldn't forgive Jiang Yunmei for what she did to Wang Qi, and he also felt worthless for Wang Qi, for such a woman to take his own life, he really couldn't understand where she was worthy of him doing this, and broke up when she broke up, what good was she about.

Lin Yu drove on the road to "Happy Garden", and still felt that everything was like a dream, and it was still hard to believe that Wang Qi was no longer in this world.

He thought that Wang Qi didn't want his life for a woman, he was so good to her, he regarded her as his everything, even more important than his own life, and what about her, except for shedding a few tears of inconsequential, innocuous and hypocritical, contrived tears, what did she do to him!

Lin Yu sympathized with Wang Qi and slowly began to complain: You really shouldn't be, it's not worth it, you gave everything you could give her, and you gave everything you couldn't give, if she didn't love you, she didn't love you, and after a while, she would forget about you, she would have a new boyfriend, she would get married, she would have children, and she would live a life full of sweet words and laughter, if you saw that scene in the sky, wouldn't you regret it?

The more Lin Yu thought about it, the more he felt worthless, aggrieved, and sad for Wang Qi, and he was already in tears while driving the car.

The car stopped in the "Happy Jiayuan" community, Lin Yu sat in the car and pondered for a long time, and also knew that people could not be resurrected after death, and only lamented that this world was unfair, and a good person like Wang Qi ended up like this.

It was already more than two o'clock in the morning when Lin Yu got out of the car, and only the dim light in the community could give him a little warmth, and the tears on his face had already dried, but he seemed to be able to feel the traces of tears flowing on his face, as if the tears had eroded two furrows on his face.

He walked upstairs with heavy steps.

Yang Xiaohui had been concentrating on writing his graduation thesis all night, and when she finished writing a chapter that she thought was very important, she looked at the time, and before she knew it, it was almost three o'clock, she stretched, feeling both tired and satisfied, she got up and opened the door and looked into the living room, it was pitch black, and Lin Yu obviously hadn't come back yet.

She didn't know who he had gone out to see and hadn't come back so late.

Yang Xiaohui walked into the living room, vaguely felt as if there was a person sitting on the sofa, she couldn't help but feel her heart beating faster, and felt very scared, you must know that Zhang Qiang and Xu Liang are not there, and it is possible that such an empty room is haunted.

Yang Xiaohui trembled all over, as if she had been immobilized, she could barely move, she felt that her steps were simply a thousand pounds, and it was difficult to sell even one step.

Yang Xiaohui took a deep breath, boldly, tiptoed, and walked to the light switch in the living room step by step, she felt that her heart was about to jump to her throat, she didn't have time to walk closer to the switch, so she tried to reach out and touch the switch on the wall.

The more critical the moment, the more anxious she was, and the more difficult it was to touch the exact position of the switch, suddenly she felt the spring of the sofa make a sound, her heart tightened and almost fell, at the last moment, she finally touched the switch, she almost used the last bit of strength in her body to press the switch.

The light was on, and she turned around sharply and saw Lin Yu sitting motionless on the sofa, without making a sound.

"Why are you, you're going to scare me to death!" Yang Xiaohui exhaled deeply, almost slumped to the ground and said.

Lin Yu didn't seem to hear Yang Xiaohui's words, and still sat motionless and silent.

"Go to bed early, I should wash and sleep, and I have to get up early to go to work tomorrow." Yang Xiaohui was shocked and said for a while.

Yang Xiaohui returned to her room, and when she came out again, she had already changed into pajamas, entered the bathroom with toiletries and a change of clothes in her hand, and then closed the door with a "bang".

Then there was the sound of running water.

When she came out of the bathroom after washing, Lin Yu was still sitting on the sofa in a daze, and she found that he was holding half a cigarette in his hand, and the cigarette had been extinguished for a long time.

Yang Xiaohui was very surprised when she saw this scene, she knew that Lin Yu had never smoked, and she was disgusted even when she smelled smoke, she really didn't expect that he would have a cigarette in his hand.

For Wang Qi's death, Lin Yu didn't know how to relieve the sadness in his heart, when he came back, he saw Xu Liang's remaining half a pack of cigarettes, so he lit one, but he was choked and coughed after only one puff, and he really couldn't take a second puff, so he was caught in his hand, and he didn't pay attention to when it was extinguished.

"What the hell is going on?" Yang Xiaohui asked, holding her wet hair.

Lin Yu glanced up at Yang Xiaohui, lowered his head again, looked at the half of the cigarette in his hand, and then threw the cigarette to his feet.

"Is something big wrong?" Yang Xiaohui asked again when he saw that he didn't speak.

"A friend of mine committed suicide." Lin Yu said in a calm tone.

"Self-...... Suicide, why? Yang Xiaohui's voice became much softer.

"Relationship problems." Lin Yu still said calmly.

"Is it because of the breakup?" Yang Xiaohui asked.

Lin Yu nodded.