"Xu Yanqi, let's break up!" "You can't give me what I want." "Do you, a poor boy, still want to imitate other rich second-generation squanderers?" "You just make me want to laugh..." Xu Yanqi woke up from his dream countless times and reached out to touch a lucky strike on the bedside table. Light the cigarette skillfully and exhale again. He still couldn't help but think of the person who had made him miss him for 7 years. Finally, I laughed at myself in my heart: Tsk, Xu Yanqi, you are as useless as you were 7 years ago.