The rain poured down, and the sky looked as if it had been torn open.

Pedestrians hurried past on the street, searching for a corner to shelter from the rain.

In the midst of the downpour, a bookstore stood quietly on a street corner. The soft lighting inside illuminated Shen Ling, who was dressed in simple work clothes with a floral apron over them.

Her long, jet-black hair was gently pulled back, with a few strands playfully clinging to her pretty face, adding to her charm.

The bookstore was now deserted, with no customers left. Shen Ling calmly and slowly began cleaning the bookstore.

Chu Zhi also sat opposite, watching the other person clean.

Time passes.

Heavy rain always comes and goes quickly.

The heavy rain soon stopped.

Chu Zhi stood up, dusted himself off, and then slowly headed home.

Along the way, he tried his best to avoid puddles on the roadside to avoid getting them on his shoes, but unfortunately, despite his efforts, his shoes inevitably got wet and muddy.

He couldn't help but sigh.

How can you walk in the rain without getting all sorts of things on your shoes?

I need this urgently, I'm waiting online.

When Chu Zhi returned home, his shoes were covered in mud.

He had no choice but to wash the shoes by hand, and then stand them upside down on the balcony.

I glanced around casually and saw that the lights were on next door, and the neighbors had already gone home.

Under the bright lights, the flowers looked even more beautiful.

... ...

Even after moving out of Limin Lane, Chu Zhiye's life remained unchanged, continuing as usual.

I get up early to cook, eat, go to work, go home after get off work, and then go for a walk or read a book after dinner.

I go home to visit my elders during holidays.

Until this day.

Wei Haoran called him.

"Chiya, where are you?"

"I'm in Shanghai."

"No, I'm asking where your company is?" Wei Haoran said. "I'm coming to find you."

Chu Zhi also gave his friend the address.

Wei Haoran arrived shortly afterward.

"Mr. Chu, your friend has arrived."

Wei Haoran walked in, tilting his head to look around at everything, like a curious child.

"This is your company?"

"Okay." Chu Zhi also put down his work.

"Damn it!" Wei Haoran couldn't help but curse, "This is the small company you're talking about?"

Wei Haoran asked Chu Zhiye about Fangzheng Investment, and the latter casually replied: Investment institution, small company.

After hearing this, Wei Haoran didn't take it to heart, assuming it was as he said.

Having been roommates for four years, he noticed that Chu Zhiye lived frugally and didn't have many daily expenses. He assumed that his roommate's family was wealthy, but they weren't.

But he only realized it today.

It's all fake!

When he arrived, Wei Haoran checked Fangzheng Investment, which was worth at least several billion yuan and was located in the financial and business district of Shanghai. It was a well-known investment institution.

Therefore, Wei Haoran looked at Chu Zhiye and said quietly, "Can you ever tell the truth?"

Chu Zhi smiled, gestured for his friend to sit down, and poured him a glass of water.

Why are you calling me all of a sudden?

"I love you." Wei Haoran rolled his eyes.

Chu Zhiye: "... ..."

Suddenly, Wei Haoran sighed, a look of sorrow appearing on his face, his lips trembling: "I loved you with all my heart, until the end of time. I thought we could be together until the end, growing old together, but—"

"Born into a wealthy family, I had no choice in what I wanted. My stubborn father and gentle mother both disapproved of our relationship, and ultimately, I couldn't choose my other half..."

Chu Zhi remained silent, listening quietly to his friend's words, selecting useful information from the various nonsensical remarks.

Only after Wei Haoran finished speaking, weeping bitterly, did he finally speak: "You're getting married?"

The other person rambled on for almost ten minutes, and he only managed to sift out these five useful words.

The rest is all nonsense.

Wei Haoran's eyes reddened, and he answered reluctantly, "Yes."

He immediately hugged Chu Zhiye and shouted, "I'm so miserable!"

Wei Haoran comes from a well-off family; otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to easily travel abroad for four years.

However, being born into such a family naturally leads to problems, namely, not having control over one's own marriage.

Upon returning to China, Wei Haoran's parents began preparing for their son's wedding, and the arrangements were finalized in a short period of time.

She is about to marry her business partner's daughter, which will further strengthen their relationship.

Wei Haoran, on the other hand, was a playboy who wandered among women without ever getting attached to them.

He was suddenly forced to get married, which naturally caused him great distress.

"Marriage is a good thing," Chu Zhiye comforted her friend.

"Bullshit!" Wei Haoran said sullenly. "If marriage is a good thing, why is the marriage rate so low these days? It's like throwing a hundred-yuan bill on the ground and nobody picking it up. Is that normal?"

He paused, then sighed, "In the end, we have to give up the whole forest for one tree."

Chu Zhi then chatted with Wei Haoran and learned that Wei Haoran had come here to personally invite him to the wedding.

Originally, they planned to invite him to be their best man, but then they realized that Chu Zhi didn't want to get involved in these things, so they gave up on the idea.

Wei Haoran pulled out a bright red and festive wedding invitation, with a gold trim on the outside, clearly indicating its high cost.

"Why aren't you leaving yet?" After accepting the invitation, Chu Zhi saw Wei Haoran slump onto the sofa, curled up, looking extremely dejected.

"Are you kicking me out?" Wei Haoran straightened up, his eyes showing a hint of grievance.

Chu Zhi also let his friends do as they pleased.

He continued working until he finished his shift.

Wei Haoran still had no intention of letting him go and wanted to follow him.

The two went home together.

Wei Haoran acted as if he were in his own home, kicking off his shoes and looking around: "Is this your house?"

"Rented."

"Show-off!" Wei Haoran couldn't help but complain. "You clearly have the money to buy a house, so why are you renting? Is it to make you seem low-key? I've already seen through your true character!"

Chu Zhi also went into the kitchen to prepare dinner.

As night falls, the lights of Shanghai come on, transforming the city into a city that never sleeps.

Chu Zhiye and Wei Haoran sat facing each other, eating dinner.

After dinner, Wei Haoran lay on the sofa, staring at the ceiling with a blank look in his eyes, as if he were a patient.

Yes, he is indeed a patient.

He became ill and felt uneasy all over at the thought of entering the "grave" of marriage.

Chu Zhi didn't comfort her friend. Instead, she went to the balcony, leaned on the railing, and looked down at the night view.