Chapter 3

There was a reason why Chi Zhou hated being lied to so much.

His ex-girlfriend, Liang Xiaoxiao, cheated on him for more than half a year, stringing him along while seeing someone else.

They were childhood sweethearts. In high school, one was the top student in the science class, the other in the liberal arts class. Their families were well-matched, and even before they got together, everyone had already assumed that Chi Zhou belonged to Liang Xiaoxiao.

Even their names sounded perfect together.

Liang Xiaoxiao attended the university next to ours.

During our freshman year, she came to our class to sit in. She was dazzlingly beautiful, her features reminiscent of a Hong Kong movie star from the 1980s, with a unique charm.

She made many girls who wanted to pursue Chi Zhou back off.

But no one expected her to cheat.

And the awkward part was, it wasn’t even Chi Zhou who discovered Liang Xiaoxiao’s affair. It was a high school classmate who saw her, took ambiguous photos of her on a date with someone else, and gossiped about it in private. Eventually, the news reached Chi Zhou.

Chi Zhou had always been proud and used to being admired. Naturally, he couldn’t tolerate such a thing.

So their breakup was dramatic. Chi Zhou went to the neighboring school and beat up the other guy.

He was unwilling to break up, but he had no choice.

Because he was too proud.

After breaking up with his ex, Chi Zhou changed.

It was as if he could no longer truly love anyone.

Yet he was with me for seven years.

I used to constantly test how much Liang Xiaoxiao still meant to him.

I pretended to accidentally break the cup she had given him.

That time, he lost his temper at me.

I still remember the harsh words he blurted out: “I’ve already married you, what more do you want?”

Maybe it wasn’t just anger, but what he truly felt.

After that, I never touched anything his ex had left behind again, not even her cat.

I knew she was his bottom line.

I lived in this house full of our memories for seven years, but I always felt like an outsider who didn’t belong.

I thought I had enough love for him to wear down.

I thought my presence would gradually erase that white moonlight in his heart.

I thought we would be together for a lifetime.

Everything was just what I thought.

In the end, I still got out of bed, put on a mask, and went out to look for the cat.

I was indeed at fault for this; cancer was not an excuse.

Green Tea had disappeared somewhere, and I searched the entire neighborhood but couldn’t find her.

My whole body ached, and the relentless coughing followed me everywhere.

When I couldn’t walk any further, I squatted down next to the trash bin downstairs.

Before Chi Zhou slammed the door and left, he said that if I couldn’t find Green Tea, I shouldn’t come back either.

I was just like the garbage he casually threw away-once he said he didn’t want me, that was it.

The ginkgo leaves downstairs had fallen all over the ground.

No one cared about the life or death of a single leaf, just as no one cared about mine.

Even a bad-tempered cat like Green Tea had someone to love her, but no one loved me.

I couldn’t help but wonder, if one day I disappeared, would Chi Zhou come looking for me?