As soon as I left the airport, I received a notice of project research from the Institute of Chemical Industry. I thought it was just a technical symposium. Unexpectedly, the door of the conference room opened and music played. My first love, Huo Jun, looked at me lovingly while holding the broken trophy that should have belonged to me and the real estate certificate that should have been assigned to me back then. The old colleagues at the scene shouted, thinking that I would definitely be willing to work side by side with Huo Jun to develop new technologies like I did back then. After all, in the past, Huo Jun and I did work together to develop a new generation of antidepressant drugs. But they forgot that it was Huo Jun who accused me of selling out technical secrets when the drug was about to be released. It was he who reported me that in order to get a real estate quota, I pushed my colleague downstairs and became a vegetative state. I was expelled from the Institute of Chemical Engineering and was even blacklisted in the national research field. No company dared to hire me. He lost all his money to compensate his colleagues, and was insulted and beaten by his family members every day. In despair, he wanted to commit suicide. It was my best friend who rescued me and took me abroad. Now the old dean told me: "After you left without a trace, Huo Jun sold off all his assets and used all his resources and contacts to exempt you from any accountability." "He can no longer hold his hand in researching technology, and works like a soul all day long, frantically looking for news about you." I looked at everyone, without any emotion, but I took out my phone and smiled knowingly when I saw the photo of the Lego that the child had just put together from my husband.
