For the first time in his 18 years of life, Xiao Shiyu knew what a breakdown was. The woman he had loved for six years actually introduced him to his best friend with a smile. He confessed his love at a class reunion with a smile in his eyes, but the person thought he was drunk. Later, he went abroad for four years. The woman had no pain or itching for four years. Good, really good. He dug pits one after another, waiting for her to jump in. In the end, she was his, but she was holding another man's hand at the wedding. His eyes were filled with ice, and she was smiling - "Ayu, whoever loves more deeply loses." He pulled off his tie and threw it on the ground, the corners of his lips curled up - "Unfortunately, I have never been in love."