No one would ever come wake him up to exercise or teach him how to make breakfast and cook again.
No one would ever care whether he had grown two centimeters taller or whether his arms had become stronger and more muscular.
Never again...
He could not find her. He could not find her anywhere. He had lost her.
She had abandoned him. She truly did not want him anymore.
Yu Shengan grew more and more frantic. He seemed to have gone mad, and every day when he returned home, nothing looked right to him. He smashed everything in the house to pieces.
He would never tidy the house again, never immediately mop whenever he saw even a little dirt, never unfold and refold the blankets when they were not neatly arranged, never organize the wardrobe, and certainly never clean the kitchen.
A layer of dust had already settled over the kitchen. The instant-noodle containers and broth from previous meals were still in the sink, moldy and untouched.
Home was no longer the clean, cozy place filled with warmth and sunlight that it had once been. It had become his hotel.
Apart from occasionally returning home to sleep, soaking an instant noodle packet to eat, and venting his increasingly violent emotions day after day, it had no other use.
His eyes were like an abyss. Now, they could see only darkness.
A ferocious beast was imprisoned in his chest, and the person who could tame it had already left.
He seemed to have become that abandoned orphan he had once been.
He was a beggar, a thief, a stray dog wandering the streets—despised and avoided by everyone.
His head was always lowered, and he never dared meet anyone's eyes. He lived beneath bridges, in the weeds of parks, and in