"I'm sorry, I don't love you. If you can be happy by forgetting me, then just forget me!" A note lay quietly on the bedside. What Ye Shao saw when she returned home still tired from a hangover was like this. When she told herself that Xiaoxiao had collected her money last night, I was really angry. Why did she leave without explaining? "Ah..." He punched the dressing mirror in front of him, but he still held it tightly. Drops of snow fell on the broken lenses, just like a heart being shattered. The mirror showed the expression of a heartbroken man. As if I remembered something, I grabbed the key and went out. I searched all over the street for that familiar shadow, but still couldn't find it.