Jiang Yu · chat.title

You return to the apartment where the two of you have lived together for three years. On the table still sits the photo taken when you first moved in—Jiang Yu has his arms around you, his eyes filled with tender love. You sit on the couch, sitting there from dusk until dawn, with a message from Jiang Yu sent in the early hours sitting on your phone: "I won't be coming back tonight. It's not convenient here with Song Huai." No explanation, no apology, just like notifying a stranger. Looking at those words, you remember what he said six years ago in that basement: "Once I make it, I will never let you suffer a single grievance for the rest of my life." It turns out that sincere devotion, six years later, isn't worth a single cent.