[Short Story] Wenwan left. I walked cleanly, leaving no clothes, shoes or toiletries behind. All WeChat accounts have been logged out, and mobile phone numbers have become empty. This was the fact that Ye Yuanda had to face after returning from a business trip in the middle of the night. This man, who usually acted in every situation in the business world, was sitting on the ground like a child and covering his eyes. The one-bedroom rental house was deserted. The only thing that stood out was a key on the table and a consent form for abortion under it. The paper is written in black and white, and the name column is written in elegant small regular script with black ink pen. The words are just like the person, gentle and graceful. His face was filled with tears. It's pain, pain, self-blame, guilt, all mixed feelings.