The assistant sitting across from him curiously asked, "Young Master Hua, what’s wrong?"
"Lately, coming to and from work, I haven’t seen anyone waiting for at the door. Has the company recently changed the security system?" Otherwise, why are there no more admirers in my life?
Hua Hua hadn’t noticed before, but thinking back slowly, it seed that in the past month or so, apart from Ling Yin, there hadn’t been a second admirer in his world.
This isn’t scientific!
Could it be that I’ve lost my charm?
Hua Hua took out the mirror he carried with him and checked his face left and right. He hadn’t gotten older, no wrinkles, and his hairstyle was still cool. How had his charm diminished to the point where he had no admirers?
Could it be because of the rumor a few days ago about him and Ling Yin being an item, so now everyone assus he’s married and has crossed him off as a potential candidate?
This is simply insidious; causing such a commotion only to disappear silently, leaving such a big impact!
Hua Hua handed his phone to the assistant, sitting elegantly and stirring his coffee, "Take a couple of pictures for , make sure they look cool!"
He planned to post them on Weibo and Twitter, subtly hinting that he was still single. He refused to believe he couldn’t find an admirer. As soon as he did, he would flaunt affection on Weibo, Twitter, and his blog and WeChat, not stopping until soone regretted it deeply!
Ti passed, another half a month went by!
His world was as calm as dead water!
Where were the admirers? Where had all the admirers gone?
That morning, Hua Hua rolled around in bed and discovered a very serious fact: he had sohow lost his charm. So many days had passed, yet not a single admirer had appeared. Had all those who once loved him to death found their true love? That so-and-so, that guy nad Ivan, that Peter, that guy nad Song, and that whose na he forgot, hadn’t called or sent him anything recently. Had they all vanished from the world?
"Ahhhh! What’s going on? Have I beco outdated?" Hua Hua stood on the bed, wearing underwear with yellow duck patterns, and wailed to the sky: This isn’t scientific!
"Isn’t there a saying that n are like a flower at thirty-one? I haven’t reached thirty and already turned into discarded tofu?"
...
The sun shines brightly, yet the flowers don’t smile at .
In broad daylight, with the curtains tightly closed, Hua Hua slept soundly in bed.
"Hello... hmm... oh... I’m sleeping... don’t want to get up... feeling uncomfortable... chest hurts... intestines also hurt... the whole body hurts... completely weak... don’t call Tian Buyu... he can’t treat this illness of mine... heartache... hmm... oh... alright..." Hua Hua, clutching his phone, muffled under the covers, weakly continued the call and finally hung up, continuing to sleep obliviously.
Yes, Hua Hua truly felt that he was sick, seriously sick!
What kind of illness?
Is a broken heart an illness?
Oh, in fact, he had never even been in love, so he couldn’t rashly diagnose it as heartache!
But it’s seemingly worse than a broken heart...
He missed Ling Yin!
That easily bullied man disappeared from his world. That admirer with a good temper, great cooking skills, a good wallet, patience, gentleness, generosity, and readiness to risk his life, exited his world.
Just like a long, long ti ago, suddenly exiting his world, reminiscent of childhood unreliability, he was that kind of person, hard to change inherently, once gone, never to return!
He found himself panicking again! Once again experiencing that baseless fear of abandonnt!
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