When I was eighteen years old, my crush left without saying goodbye.
Block all contact information, cancel the mobile phone number, and the house next door will be empty for five years.
I sent thousands of text messages that were not received, squatted in front of his house and cried all night.
Later, I became the youngest surgeon in the world. I was calm, sharp, and invulnerable to all kinds of poisons.
Until the lights next door come back on.
He stood at the door and looked at me, his voice hoarse: "Zhaoyang, I'm back."
I sneered: "Lawyer Lu, bridges lead back to bridges, roads lead back again."
He was silent for three seconds: "No."
