“Brown, small — if you really can’t find it, don’t worry about it.” Fang Zixin replied.

A voice came from the bathroom: “Hmm?…… Strange, I clearly saw a bottle of perfume in here yesterday…… I’m sorry, please wait just a moment.”

Fang Zixin didn’t go in. Although she had once stayed here for a short time, she was a guest now and it wouldn’t be appropriate to wander around.

While Su Man helped her search for the perfume, Fang Zixin sat in the living room, looking at the familiar furnishings around her. Before she realized it, her thoughts began to drift.

After all, they had once been together. Coming back here now was somewhat like revisiting an old haunt.

Though she had been composed when they broke up, she really hadn’t expected Lu Yuwen to find a new girlfriend so quickly.

To be frank, she was a bit taken aback.

But thinking about it the other way around, given Lu Yuwen’s qualities, finding a new girlfriend wasn’t actually difficult. After all, apart from the disability with his foot, his other qualities were quite outstanding — good looks, good temperament, and his status alone as the owner of two upscale restaurants was enough for many girls to overlook his imperfection.

It was just that she… wanted something better.

Fang Zixin let out a soft sigh. Giving up Lu Yuwen had been the most agonizing decision she’d ever made.

In an unguarded moment, Fang Zixin happened to glance at the photographs on the wall——

Among all the food photos, a portrait had suddenly appeared, and it was truly hard not to notice it.

Fang Zixin knew Lu Yuwen had a hobby of photography, but he had only ever photographed food. Had he actually started photographing people?…… He had never taken a photo of her.

Alright, alright — they’d already broken up. Who he photographed was entirely his own freedom.

She just found it very difficult to control herself and not make comparisons.

Fang Zixin couldn’t help but step closer and look carefully at the photograph, wanting to capture some detail that might comfort her. Maybe the girl had asked him to take it, or perhaps it was a selfie the girl had taken herself?

“Is this the one?”

Su Man suddenly came out of the bathroom, startling Fang Zixin. She turned to look and saw Su Man holding a bottle of men’s cologne in her hand. Fang Zixin found it rather amusing: Lu Yuwen’s new girlfriend couldn’t even tell men’s and women’s perfume apart.

She was probably a fresh graduate who’d only just left university. What could she possibly be after in Lu Yuwen? Nothing but his comfortable financial situation, letting herself get ahead by a few years.

Fang Zixin gave Su Man an expressionless once-over, a faint smile at the corner of her lips: “That’s not the one. If you really can’t find it, don’t worry about it.”

“How can that be fine?” Su Man said earnestly. “You must really like it if you still remember that bottle of perfume — it would be such a shame to lose it. Let me look some more.”

With that, she turned and went into the bedroom.

Fang Zixin’s smile cooled slightly. She thought scornfully: Is she in such a hurry to clear out all my things?

Such tactics — still too green!

A cheer came from the bedroom and Su Man quickly ran out, handing the perfume to Fang Zixin: “This is it, right? It was behind the bedside lamp — no wonder it couldn’t be found.”

“Thank you.” Fang Zixin accepted it with a smile and casually looked it over, then said in surprise: “Ah…… it’s used up so much — could Yuwen have been secretly using my perfume?”

A man, using women’s perfume — why would he?

Of course it would be because he was missing his ex-girlfriend.

Fang Zixin was just congratulating herself on her cutting remark when Su Man straightforwardly shook her head: “He hasn’t been living here recently, so he couldn’t have been using your perfume. The cap probably wasn’t put on properly when you left.”

Fang Zixin: “……”

No, she could not lose!

“Now that everything is here, I’ve really troubled you today.” Fang Zixin placed the perfume into the cardboard box and bent down to pick it up.

As she walked toward the door, she pretended to casually notice the photograph on the wall, stopped in her tracks, and made a puzzled sound: “Ah, this photograph……”

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