I moved out of the house.

　　Lu Qingyu used to often not come home, and I gradually got used to being alone.

　　However, recently she seems like a different person, coming home on time every day, just like clocking in.

　　She would put on an apron, cook, and even insist on sleeping with me while clutching a pillow at night, forcing me to lock the bedroom door.

　　But every morning, I could see a full ashtray in the cigarette tray.

　　Lu Qingyu is a very disciplined person when it comes to smoking.

　　It's rare to see her indulge like this.

　　She started to bring up past events, talking about when we were poor, eating a serving of cold noodles together.

　　She mentioned those times when she got off work late, couldn't catch the bus, and didn't want to spend money on a taxi, so I would ride a shared bicycle every day to pick her up.

　　She would hold onto my waist and tell me what happened during the day on the way.

　　"Although we were poor back then, we were really happy." Lu Qingyu's expression carried a hint of nostalgia.

　　But I found it boring.

　　I have already reminisced about these things too many times in the past years.

　　I have repeated them with her too many times.

　　Now, talking about them again feels dull.

　　It seems that she really wants to reconcile with me, leaving the company's affairs to her assistant and spending every day at home with me.

　　I couldn't stand it anymore, so I simply packed my bags and moved out.

　　On the day of our departure, Lu Qingyu didn't stop me.

　　She just had a sad expression.

　　When I was about to enter the elevator, she spoke up: "Shen Jiayue, I won't stop you from dating her, it doesn't matter if you fool around with her.

　　But let's not get divorced, okay? "Will you think it's fair if I experience all the pain you have endured?" She said this with great difficulty, yet it seemed humiliating.

　　For Lu Qingyu, this was indeed an unexpected compromise.

　　"No, I can't." I turned around: "How can I marry her if I don't get divorced?" ...

　　Lu Qingyu finally agreed to the divorce.

　　The condition was to meet with Song Yiyi.

　　The three of us got into a car, with Song Yiyi sitting in the front passenger seat, Lu Qingyu sitting in the back with an unpleasant look on her face, but she didn't say anything.

　　Just as I started the car and was about to leave, a black SUV suddenly rushed out from an intersection! I immediately recognized it as Chen Xiangheng's car.

　　It was the car that Lu Qingyu bought for him after I confronted him.

　　This was a narrow road, and I had nowhere to avoid! Through the windshield, I could vaguely see Chen Xiangheng's expressionless face as he yelled: "Go to hell!" In that instant, Lu Qingyu, sitting in the back, suddenly lunged towards me, seemingly trying to protect me.

　　Song Yiyi was held back by her seat belt and couldn't move.

　　And my instinctive reaction was to throw myself onto Song Yiyi.

　　"Bang!" Chen Xiangheng stepped on the accelerator, and the two cars collided violently! In the last moment, I only felt someone's hand protecting my head.

　　Then I lost consciousness.