Everyone has an obsession and will give everything they have to it, and will never give up until the goal is achieved.
Chen Yu's obsession was Lu Yanchen. From the age of eight to eighteen, and from the age of eighteen to twenty-five, it never changed.
"Something has changed. At least he doesn't like me like that, so I've become the way he likes me." The woman holding a goblet and leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window opened her red lips and spoke lightly.
"Yuyu, aren't you tired?" The man standing next to the woman and looking out the window quietly shook the red wine in his hand and drank it down, his eyes full of gloom.
"I'm tired." Looking at the man's face that looked exactly like her, he could no longer remain indifferent, his bright eyes full of sadness. Chen Yu looked back at Lu Yanchen, who was sitting lazily on the sofa, flipping through documents, and occasionally chatting with the people around him. Even though the background was so noisy, he was still calm and independent. This is the man I have loved for so many years.
Putting away the flash of negative emotions, a sarcastic smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "But, brother, I will get what I want." After saying that, he raised a deeper smile and walked towards the man in the living room with a bright and charming look.
What I want for depression will eventually be mine.