Summary
Lu Xianchuan carried me home from the bar for the 10,086th time.
As usual, he served me with a cold face.
Just as I was about to coax him,
he lowered his eyes and calmly spoke.
“Jiang Xiaoyu, let’s break up.”
I sobered up instantly from fear, crying and begging him to stay.
Please don’t break up with me.
The corn back in my hometown is still waiting for him to harvest next month.