To the current Chen Gao Yang, his so-called girlfriend was like a flower that bloomed and wilted in a single night—here one moment, gone the next, as if she had never existed.
After years together, all he had left of his girlfriend was a name. It was the most absurd joke in the world.
The whole thing was bizarre, but it was also deeply suspicious.
Instinctively, Tu Xiao'an sensed something strange was afoot.
"Can I come over to your house?"
Suddenly, Tu Xiao'an posed the question.
"My house?" Chen Gao Yang was taken aback, but he had no reason to refuse. The man had helped him twice now. He nodded in agreement.
Tu Xiao'an asked doubtfully, "In your state... can you even find your way home?"
A faint smile touched Chen Gao Yang's lips. "Isn't there a saying? 'A blind man's eyes may be sightless, but his heart is not.' How could I not find the way home?"
At these words, Tu Xiao'an gave him a long, deep look, finding profound truth in his statement.
