Huo Chenyu turned to the side, opened his mouth with difficulty, but ultimately said nothing.

It's considered an implicit agreement.

Then, he strode out the door, leaving behind only the cold wind that sneaked in before the door closed, whistling into Tang Li's thin clothes.

It's late autumn, and the leaves have all turned yellow.

What cannot be kept will eventually drift away with the wind.

Tang Li's sadness wasn't about losing ownership of the entire street, nor was it about Huo Chenyu's change of heart. Rather, it was that while she was happily dreaming about their future, he had already planned to leave.

The left index finger is covered with the marks left from knitting this sweater.

My brother had a sweater that my mother had left behind, but it was burned to ashes in the fire.

Tang Li learned to knit a sweater and recreated the approximate shape of that sweater.

Huo Chenyu saw that she had been working day and night to finish knitting a sweater for her brother on the anniversary of their parents' death and said with great envy, "If only these hands could knit a sweater for me."

What you give him, naturally, should be the best.

He didn't know that Tang Li had knitted more than a dozen sweaters, each with minor flaws such as forgetting to add or decrease stitches, or missing stitches.

Therefore, she was not satisfied with any of them.

Until the very last piece, the finished product was placed on the sofa; it was her proudest work.

It was originally a gift for Huo Chenyu's third wedding anniversary.

Now we can't even wait for winter to come.

Tang Li put down her chopsticks; she simply couldn't eat another grain of rice.

On television, Lin Yiyun's interview ended, and she smiled as she raised her phone, saying:

"It was my fiancé who called."

Tang Li cleared the dining table. The huge villa, which she had never felt was empty before, now felt desolate and cold all around.

I need to find something to do; stopping makes it easy to lose control.

Tang Li cleaned the entire villa inside and out. As night deepened, she returned to her bedroom, took out Huo Chenyu's suitcase, and neatly folded and put all his few clothes and shoes inside.

This is her home.

But it wasn't Huo Chenyu's.

He has his own home, with his grandparents, parents, younger brother and sister.

She was merely his secret wife, someone he couldn't reveal to the public.

For three years, on every family reunion day, she would carefully dress herself up, hoping that Huo Chenyu would push open the door, take her hand, and say to her:

"Come on, I'll take you home to meet your elders."

That day will never come.

Tang Li put all his luggage by the door. When she turned around, her eyes fell on the gift box on the sofa. She went over, opened the box, and laid the sweater out on the sofa.

Take a good photo and list the sweater for sale on Xianyu (a second-hand marketplace app).

Pricing...

Tang Li thought about it for a long time and finally set the price at five figures.

The description of the clothes, though only one sentence long, was very evocative.

Half a lifetime of youth, a lifetime of destiny.

This is a sweater that is destined not to sell.

If it can't be sold, isn't it her last memento?

After doing all this, Tang Li looked at the villa where he had lived for three years. Home was where Huo Chenyu was, but now that he was gone, it was just a place to live.

Continuing to live here will only increase my sorrow.

Tang Li found a real estate agency to rent out the villa at market price.

Then she went back to her room and packed her luggage.

She didn't sleep a wink all night until dawn.

Every morning, she had the habit of cooking porridge. Because Huo Chenyu drank alcohol for business and hurt his stomach, she couldn't drink with him late at night, so she could only cook him porridge every morning.

As dawn broke, Tang Li drank two bottles of red wine and slept soundly for a day and a night in the room where he had once dreamed of forever.

The next morning, the agent called her, saying that someone was genuinely interested in renting the apartment and would come to see it that morning.

Tang Li glanced at the time; Huo Chenyu had arranged to meet her at the Civil Affairs Bureau at 10 a.m.

She hurriedly washed up, put on makeup, and changed into a black dress. Seeing her pale face in the mirror, she thought that nude colors would make her look even more sickly, so she decisively changed to bright red lipstick.

When she left, she left the villa keys with the real estate agent in her car.

I arrived at the Civil Affairs Bureau ten minutes early.

In those ten minutes, Tang Li was surprised to find that someone had actually bought the exorbitantly priced sweater that was listed for sale on Xianyu (a second-hand marketplace app).