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Dear Miss Zhang Chuning:

The rent payment period for this year as agreed in the rental contract between you and us has come to an end. If you want to renew the contract, please go to the property management office to go through the relevant procedures before December 25 this year.

I wish you a happy life.

Next text message.

Reminder: Your credit card ending in ****'s current bill has passed the final repayment period on December 12th. In order to avoid affecting your credit record, please pay as soon as possible.

If you have paid back, thank you!

Liu Xu put the phone aside, as the end of the year was approaching, debt collectors came.I just terminated the contract with the company a few days ago, and a large amount of expenses have not been settled. Now the bank property has also come, which is undoubtedly worse for me who is poor.

Although it was a bit sad, getting rid of Zhang Chuning's identity was a relief.Next, you should plan how to live.

She rubbed her painfully swollen temples, picked up her cell phone, and called An An.

"Writer An?" These three words, like a mouthful of thick phlegm stuck in her throat, made her uncomfortable.

The voice over there was very soft, but very pleasant: "Yes."

"I don't know if Writer An is free today?" Liu Xu smiled reminiscently, but her smiling eyes were covered with a layer of cold smoke, covering all the scenery.

"Now?"

"Hmm." Liu Xu looked at the time and laughed dumbfoundedly: "It seems a little too early. Should I greet you first?" She naughty: "Writer An, good morning."

"The time is just right." I asked, "How about drinking morning tea together?"

She declined: "But I've already had breakfast."

"Oh? Really?" I felt a little lost in my heart, and said the difficult truth with a forced smile: "Me too."

"Hmm... Can Writer An come out this afternoon?" Liu Xu explained, "The sweater that was soiled yesterday, please bring it to me and wash it myself."

"Afternoon? How much time?"

"Around three o'clock? How?"

"It's up to you. I'm free."

"Then see you this afternoon."

This phone call was really short, I hung up the phone a little bit sadly, and as soon as her voice disappeared, my soul was lost.

"Who are you talking to?"

I took it away: "Zhang Chuning."

"Zhang Chuning? Yang Manzhou's Zhang Chuning?"

I frowned and asked back: "What is Yang Manzhou's Zhang Chuning?"

"You don't know?" Xiao Huan rolled over from behind the sofa and sat next to me: "There are rumors about the two of them on the Internet. Their relationship has already been confirmed."

My expression was indifferent: "Oh."

"Not interested?" Xiao Huan flicked the tablet quickly, tilted his head and asked, "I remember that you were very concerned about Zhang Chuning's news."

"Not interested in."

"Really?" Xiao Huan said with disbelief, "Here—here."

I pushed down the tablet she handed over: "It's just a scandal."

Gossip only.

It's really a ridiculous scandal. Can these four simple words let go of my 14-year relationship with her?Of course not, not only that, I still cared, cared to death.

All morning, work was off.

"Writer An?" Zhou Yue shook the script: "What's wrong with you? You look ugly, do you want to go to the hospital?"

"Oh." I shook my head, indicating that nothing happened.

"It's rare to see Writer An's distracted look." Zhou Yue teased: "Do you have something on your mind?"

"No." I raised my eyes: "Where did you just say?"

Zhou Yue tucked away the script, and said with some embarrassment: "Writer An, what is your relationship with Senior Sister Chu Ning?"

I was vigilant in my heart: "Why do you ask such a question?"

"Although I shouldn't ask, but..." Zhou Yue hesitated: "That day, I saw you hugging Senior Sister Chuning?"

"so what?"

"I want to ask what is your relationship with Senior Sister?"

When she asked, I thought about it.what relationship?What does it matter?Is there any decisive relationship?After thinking about it, the answer is a bit ironic.

It doesn't matter.

This makes me very worried. I know that Zhang Chuning is now Liu Xu, so what?Who knows about this?And who will believe it—the point is not at all who needs to believe, but!

To whom can I confess or show off my relationship with her, and declare my relationship with her rudely and simply to the whole universe?No, no, because the current Zhang Chuning hasn't said anything to me at all.

Even the accident that day - the person she called was Writer An, not An An.

—Then do you still miss her?

- That's natural.

——So who can guarantee that the reborn she will miss you?

——You are right, no one can guarantee it.

What Li Niande said was correct, and I naturally understood this truth at the time.But once things come true, who would want to restrict their impulses with so many rules?

I was still immersed in her joy after meeting and acquaintance, but I was so stupid that I forgot to verify her feelings.

Liu Xu - she may not like me!

The unfounded speculation was like a magnet, sucking away all my thoughts and attention, and even strangled my heart too much, causing my ten fingers to contract and the pain was unbearable.

"Are... are you okay?" The waiter came over, bent down and asked kindly.

I raised my pale face: "It's okay."

"You look sick, do you need an ambulance?"

"No need." I shook my head, feeling as sad as a lost love: "I think of something, I'm just a little sad."

"Oh." The waiter understood. These years, she has seen many broken-hearted people come to the coffee shop to recall the past with tears streaming down their faces.

"Please enjoy it slowly." The waiter put the coffee, turned and walked away straight.

The smell of coffee made me feel nauseous, and I stretched out my hand with difficulty to push it away.But the stomach didn't intend to let me go, like a washing machine at full speed, stirring my stomach back and forth into twists.

I leaned against the wall and entered the bathroom.Looking at myself in the mirror, with a face as pale as a female ghost, how can this work...how can I let Liu Xu see such a terrible me?

I was shivering, flipping through my satchel, and the odds and ends were spread out on the sink.I fiddled with my hands, picked up the lipstick tremblingly, and wiped it on my lips.

Damn it--how could it be so good, it would be off the mark?

There was some watery light in his eyes suddenly, not because of the irritability and depression caused by messy lipstick, but because of the pain.

A certain part of the body, she wouldn't give up until she tossed me to death.

My whitish knuckles grabbed the sink, I picked up the pressed powder, wiped it on my face, and paused.It was as if someone was holding a big knife and slashed fiercely from my waist, across my waist neatly, the tip of the knife was red but not dripping blood.

Like the pain of dismembering a corpse, the whole field of vision was split into black and white, and I in the mirror turned white.

After Liu Xu left, I didn't cry much anymore.In the long run, once the dependence on her becomes an unbearable wait, maturity is inevitable, intellectuality is inevitable, and missing is also inevitable.

After Liu Xu left, I didn't like to smile very much.Although I knew that she would be reborn, that she would come to me or miss me in another posture, but this uncertain dissociation made me panic and anxious, and gradually overwhelmed me.

——The psychic master uses his power for personal gain, randomly releases the lottery of life and death, and disobeys the rules of the Three Realms, what is the reason for it?

Li Niande pushed the mirror of life and death over, and smiled: "If Mr. Yinchai is not afraid of the wrath of the sky, then everyone will get what they need."

——You...why bother?

Why bother...

"An An!"

She rushed in like a hurricane, she put her arms around me, her eyes were full of worry, fear and panic.

She should like me, otherwise why are you so flustered?

I wiped the tears off her face with my fingertips: "Don't cry, you—"