I was nestled in a sofa worth seven figures, and my fingertips ran across the black card that Zhou Jin had just sent, but my eyes reflected the despair outside the window. He was a hot upstart in the business world. He gave me all the luxuries I could buy, but he couldn't understand the farewell hidden in every unreasonable trouble I made. When Bai tide appeared, I thought I could finally leave him a thought, so I deliberately pushed him towards that capable figure. But when he came back late at night, he felt lonely mixed with the smell of alcohol, he looked back hidden in indifference when he was on a business trip, and there were also the wrinkles on the medical record that I left behind, the wrinkles on his fingertips - it turned out that this carefully planned push away was always just a one-man show for me.
Intention: emotion