It's not just me, everyone noticed that Song Yuanlin was becoming more and more silent.

　　He was like a dying tree, with his only task being to wait for death to come.

　　I often saw him sitting silently in front of the window, staring blankly at my photo.

　　In the slightly blurred image, there was a woman's peaceful sleeping face.

　　Judging from the background, it was taken during Song Yuanlin's hospitalization for a gastric perforation.

　　He was not an easy patient to take care of, ordering people around without any regard, often exhausting me to the point of dozing off.

　　But one time, when I woke up, I happened to see his sneaky appearance.

　　He was so close, close enough to hear his breath.

　　When I lifted my head, I could almost touch his thin lips.

　　When I woke up, Song Yuanlin was startled for a moment, then quickly dodged and hid his phone behind him.

　　I rarely saw such embarrassment and annoyance on his face before.

　　It turned out that he was secretly taking pictures.

　　Lost in thought, Aqiu went over and rubbed against Song Yuanlin.

　　He bent down and picked up Aqiu, lowering his gaze, lost in his own thoughts.

　　After a long time, he sighed, "Dad will find you a new home, okay?" My heart shook.

　　I thought that day had finally come.

　　One day, my presence would completely disappear from Song Yuanlin's side.

　　And Aqiu was just an insignificant beginning.

　　The next day, Song Yuanlin packed up the cat's food and bowl, and handed them all to Cheng Ming.

　　Cheng Ming seemed carefree, but he was actually very attentive, so I felt relieved leaving Aqiu with him.

　　After doing all this, Song Yuanlin returned to the company and made a shocking decision - to quit Yuanlin Technology.

　　He was determined to give up ten years of hard work, arranging everything like he was leaving a will.

　　Cheng Ming scolded and Lao Ling tried to persuade him, but nothing worked.

　　No one knew what he wanted to do.

　　I didn't know either.

　　My spirits became increasingly poor, and without Aqiu's company, I spent my days sleeping on the bed.

　　Occasionally, Song Yuanlin would write and draw on paper, but I was too lazy to look.

　　I think I will disappear soon.

　　It's for the best.

　　I am tired and just want to leave here and have a good sleep.