Now, the cup was broken in two, lying quietly in the trash can, as if silently telling the story of their shattered relationship. Seeing this, Zhong Hua felt as if an invisible hand had clenched her heart, the pain almost suffocating her. Tears welled up uncontrollably again, sliding down her cheeks and dripping onto the back of her hand, hot and bitter.

Memories are like blades

Tears welled up uncontrollably in Zhong Hua's eyes, streaming down her cheeks like a burst dam. Her body trembled slightly, and her thoughts drifted back to the past, to every moment she had spent with Ah Yu, which now felt like sharp blades cutting into her heart again and again.

She remembered their trip together. It was a quiet little town, its cobblestone streets smooth as a mirror from the passage of time, and old houses arranged in a charming, rustic way, exuding an ancient and captivating atmosphere. Hand in hand, they strolled through the town's streets and alleys, soaking in its rich historical charm. At every scenic spot, Ah Yu would carefully take photos of her, then look at the pictures and say with eyes full of love, "You're so beautiful." Those beautiful moments seemed so vivid, yet now they were so distant, leaving only endless pain and memories.

Another time, Zhong Hua was incredibly nervous about an important job interview. A Yu stayed by her side the whole time, encouraging and cheering her on. Before the interview, he held Zhong Hua's hand tightly, giving her strength: "Don't be nervous, you can do it, I believe in you." With his encouragement, Zhong Hua successfully passed the interview. When she excitedly ran out to tell A Yu the good news, he hugged her tightly, smiling happily—a smile brighter than the sun. At that moment, she felt that as long as A Yu was by her side, any difficulty could be overcome.

However, these beautiful memories have now become sharp blades piercing her heart. She simply cannot understand how Ah Yu, who once loved her so deeply and was willing to shelter her from the storm, could have ended up with someone like Lin Wanqing and uttered such chilling words. She tried to search her memories for clues to figure out when things started to change, but her mind was a mess, with only those painful images constantly resurfacing.

Zhong Hua felt as if she were trapped in a nightmare from which she couldn't wake. Her heart was tormented by the intertwining of memories and reality, and every time she recalled those beautiful past moments and compared them with the cruel reality before her, she felt even more pain and despair. She didn't know how to face all of this, nor how to salvage her relationship with A Yu, or rather, she wasn't even sure if it was worth saving.

Broken Faith

Zhong Hua's body began to tremble violently and uncontrollably. She bit her lip so hard that it bled, trying to distract herself from the overwhelming pain surging within her. In the small, dark wardrobe, the air seemed to freeze, creating an unbearable sense of oppression. She felt like she was suffocating, not only because of the cramped space, but also because of the endless despair in her heart.

She had always firmly believed that their love was unbreakable, that they could overcome all difficulties together and create a bright future for themselves. She had countless times imagined their future: in their cozy little home, they would cook together, watch TV, and greet each morning and evening together; they would have a lovely child, and the whole family would live happily together. However, all of this belief crumbled the moment she heard Ah Yu's words, like a skyscraper destroyed in an earthquake, leaving only ruins.

All her hopes and expectations for the future vanished in that instant. Zhong Hua felt her world turn dark and lifeless, losing all direction. She didn't know what she could still believe in, what she could still hope for. Her past love and dreams had all disappeared like bubbles, leaving her alone to struggle in this dark abyss.

Zhong Hua didn't know how long she had been hiding in the closet; time seemed to stand still. Her mind was blank, filled only with endless pain and confusion. Then, the sound of a door closing echoed in the living room, a sound that seemed particularly loud in the silent air, like a heavy sigh, pulling her back to reality from her daze.

She slowly emerged from the closet, her legs numb from being curled up for so long. Each step felt like walking on cotton, weak and powerless. She stumbled, almost falling, and could only barely support herself by holding onto the closet door. Looking at the empty living room, she felt as if she were in a dream world, everything seemed so unreal. The lighting was still dim, but it no longer had its former warmth; instead, it exuded an indescribable eeriness.

She slowly walked to the trash can, knelt down, and with trembling hands picked up the broken couple's mug. Her fingers gently traced the broken surface of the mug, and tears welled up in her eyes again. Her movements were soft and slow, as if she were caressing an incredibly precious yet broken treasure. She knew that this was not just the breaking of a mug, but the breaking of her relationship with Ah Yu, the shattering of her once beautiful world.

In this quiet and dark night, Zhong Hua's heart, like this broken cup, could never be pieced back together. She sat quietly on the ground, clutching the broken cup tightly in her hand, staring blankly ahead, letting tears flow uncontrollably. At this moment, she seemed to have lost her soul, leaving only a shell tormented by pain, enduring the agony of heartbreak alone in this dark corner.