In the end, Joey left.

After standing in front of my house for three days and nights, he was urgently called back due to Lily narrowly avoiding a miscarriage after slipping.

On the day he departed, the sky unexpectedly opened up with rain.

I stood by the window on the second floor, watching him shiver under the downpour, yet I felt no twinge of sympathy.

In hindsight, perhaps the moment he left in Lily's car with an expressionless face, my affection for him had truly ended.

Everything that followed was merely pointless entanglement.

After Joey left, my life continued as usual.

However, just half a month later, his assistant suddenly...