The moment I left the airport, I received a notice about a research project at the Chemical Engineering Institute. I thought it was just a technical discussion meeting. But when the conference room doors opened, music began to play. My first love, Huo Jun, stood there holding the battered trophy that should have been mine and the property deed that should have been awarded to me back then, gazing at me with tender affection. My former colleagues cheered, convinced I would be willing to work side by side with Huo Jun again, just as I had before, to develop new technology. After all, we really had joined forces to create a new generation of antidepressants. But they had forgotten that just as the drug was about to be released, Huo Jun accused me of selling confidential technical information. He was also the one who reported me, claiming I had pushed a colleague down the stairs to secure a place in the property allocation, leaving them in a vegetative state. The institute fired me, and I was blacklisted across the country's research sector. No company dared to hire me. I lost everything paying compensation to my colleague, while their family came to my home every day to curse and beat me. Desperate, I tried to kill myself. My best friend saved me and took me abroad. Now the former director tells me, “After you disappeared without a word, Huo Jun sold off all his assets and used every connection he had to clear you of all liability.” “He can no longer bring himself to work in research. He goes through the motions like a soulless person, constantly searching for news of you.” I looked at everyone without a trace of emotion, then took out my phone. Seeing the photo my husband had sent of our child’s freshly assembled Lego, I smiled.
