Summary
In all the years we were together, Qin Zhou had grown accustomed to my meticulous care and limitless compromises.
So on the day I left, he just sat on the bed and asked me indifferently.
“When are you coming back?”
That day, I fastened the last button on my collar and told him.
“I’m not coming back.”
The man scoffed and nodded.
“Alright, then don’t bother coming back.”
…
Later, Qin Zhou searched for me all over the country.
He blew up my phone, grabbed my friends, and asked them one by one, almost begging.
He asked where I had gone.