Asheng's Diary

A golden boy in the eyes of others, a strong alliance in the business world. The best partner according to friends. At some point, these two intersecting lines became parallel. What does it feel like to walk on a single-plank bridge into the dark? People around me kept asking questions with strange looks. Your most trusted friends don't understand constant blame. Is it her (his) fault? No. . . Maybe they shouldn't have known each other in the first place. Like ordinary young lovers, they had fantasized about what their home would be like in the future, whose house they would spend the Chinese New Year at... And even who would wash the dishes tonight. The coldness after passion is the darkest and most terrifying thing, cold war, separation... You said that once there was no water in the sea, except for Wushan, it was not clouds. And you are no longer mine after all. Congratulations to Asheng for never lying in bed late at night crying again. Fortunately, the fruit will never hurt anyone's heart again. You and I have never mentioned breaking up to each other, but we have always acquiesced in cold wars and business trips. Guozi: Asheng, it would be nice if you were more stingy. Asheng: Party A is the last connection between you and me. The day after we broke up. Asheng quit her dream job and returned to her hometown to run a small teahouse. The moon rises and sets. Guozi went to and from get off work as usual and made friends. It seems everything is back on track...