After that day, Song Yuanlin stayed at my rental house and didn't leave.

　　Except for work, he stayed in the room and drank.

　　After a while, he started having insomnia again, waking up many times in one night, even medication didn't work.

　　Later, I simply stopped sleeping and held onto Aqiu, flipping through our chat records.

　　In reality, we rarely talked.

　　Usually, it was me asking him if he would come home for dinner, and he would casually reply with a "mm." For the entirety of four years, there was only indifference and confrontation between us, without anything worth remembering.

　　But I don't know why, even as a ghost, I still dream.

　　I can dream of Song Yuanlin at fifteen years old, with his hand in his pocket, leaning against the phoenix tree on the tree-lined path.

　　When he sees me, he tears open an orange-flavored lollipop and smiles as he puts it in my mouth.

　　"Once you've eaten my candy, you're mine." I can also dream of Song Yuanlin at twenty-five years old, dressed in a suit, sitting at a banquet table.

　　He intentionally says in front of me to a client, "Xiao Chen likes it, so I'll let you borrow him for a few days." The past reappears, true and false, real and unreal.

　　Who is right, who is wrong, it is already meaningless.

　　...

　　It didn't take long for Jiqing to become restless.

　　She couldn't find Song Yuanlin, so she could only confront people at the company.

　　Secretary Yuan brought the person to the office and quietly returned to her own position.

　　At first, Jiqing could still patiently speak, but the other party, in a consistently indifferent tone, told her to leave.

　　She had just graduated, hadn't worked for a few days, and hadn't experienced the harshness of society.

　　Before their marriage, Song Yuanlin had always catered to her.

　　After repeatedly running into obstacles, the young girl couldn't hold back anymore.

　　She shouted loudly, "Song Yuanlin! That woman is already dead, the person accompanying you now is me! It's me!" "You haven't come home for two months! Even if you treat me as a substitute, can't you at least look at me? Even if it's just one glance...

　　" "Is it too much to ask for that much?" "Am I...

　　not worthy of your love?" She was like a child who couldn't get candy, complaining recklessly.

　　But she didn't understand that only a loved child had the right to cry and make a fuss.

　　Song Yuanlin looked down at the documents and, when she finished venting, called Secretary Yuan in.

　　"Send her home." It was just like punching cotton, nothing more.

　　Ignoring accumulated anger for a long time, it erupted and burnt away all reason.

　　Jiqing suddenly laughed, madness and mockery crawling up her delicate cheeks inch by inch, urgently searching for an outlet for release.

　　"No wonder Luyang didn't want to live anymore, were you treating her the same?" Upon hearing my name, Song Yuanlin finally lifted his eyelids and cast a cold gaze at Jiqing.

　　She didn't back down.

　　"Do you really think Luyang was killed by someone else?" "Let me tell you, no, it was you who killed her!" "Your selfishness, your indifference, your irrational revenge made her not want to live a long time ago!" Before the words fell, Jiqing took out a voice recorder from her bag.

　　She turned it on and harshly threw it at Song Yuanlin.

　　"At first, she wanted to ask for help, she kept calling for someone named Song Lin, so annoying." "Then a piece of paper fell out of her bag, when she saw it, she stopped struggling." "What paper?" "It seems like...

　　a wedding invitation or something." "Then she started cursing at me, saying all sorts of nasty things, I was so angry that I went too far." "But later, you told me about her situation, and I thought maybe she didn't want to live either.

　　She deliberately provoked me, wanting me to help her." Recording ends.

　　Song Yuanlin's hands were clasped together, trembling slightly as if enduring great pain.

　　His menacing eyes were firmly locked onto Ji Qing.

　　After a moment of silence, he pushed his chair away and slowly approached her.

　　Perhaps the condemnation in his gaze was too obvious, Ji Qing unconsciously took a step back.

　　With this step back, her high heel got stuck in the crack of the carpet.

　　Ji Qing fell backwards, earning a cold laugh from Song Yuanlin.

　　"Is this the purpose of your visit?" Ji Qing's momentum immediately diminished as she bit her lip and remained silent.

　　In fact, it wasn't.

　　She just wanted to find her husband.

　　The husband who pretended to love her but could fulfill all her demands.

　　Even if it meant using such a hysterical and destructive method, just like what I did before.

　　Song Yuanlin laughed again, crouched down, and gently tucked Ji Qing's bangs behind her ear.

　　His words, however, were as venomous as a snake: "Since you know why I married you, why do you still come to challenge my bottom line?" "You want money, and I want you to accompany me in acting out a play.

　　Originally, couldn't we both get what we wanted?" Ji Qing was startled and asked, "What do you mean?" Song Yuanlin stood up and disgustedly wiped his hands that had touched Ji Qing with a tissue.

　　"Divorce, let's do the paperwork tomorrow."