"Yes, I am drinking. I'm so sad. Others say that I can drink to relieve my worries, but I still feel bad after drinking."

I said to him on the tea table.

The person at the other end of the line was silent for a moment and said, "you can tell me. You may feel better when you say it."

"OK..."

I was confused and began to tell him about what happened to Sean and me.

I didn't know how long I said it.

Then I fell asleep.

It was already night when I woke up again.

I had a terrible headache. I got up and made a bowl of noodles. I picked up my cell phone and wanted to see the time, but I found it was dead and turned off.

I was a little puzzled. I remembered it was fine in the morning.

I just made an emergency call for Sean.

I charged my cell phone and ate noodles. After I finished eating, my cell phone turned on.

I opened the call log and found a number I didn't save. I recognized this was the phone number of my sponsor!

I took a look at the talk time.

132 minutes.

"My God."

I was scared. How could I talk to him so long!

I tried to think about it and finally remembered that I was crying to him.

I felt terribly sorry.

Actually, I hadn't met the person who helped me. In my imagination, he was an elder who took care of me.

I usually texted him in a polite way.

But I called him for so long.

I was really afraid I said something I shouldn't have said.

I texted him to apologize. I said I drank too much in the daytime. If I said something bad, please forgive me.

My heart was a little uneasy.

But soon I received his reply, [no, you are lovely today.]

Lovely.

When he said that, I imagined an elder of forty or fifty. He said to a younger generation, "lovely."

I was a little embarrassed and apologized.

Then I put down my cell phone and went to the bathroom to wash my face. When I went in, I saw Sean's cup and electric toothbrush on the wash basin.

My heart hurt. I picked them up and threw them in the garbage can.

Then I threw away his slippers and the pen he left here.

I searched my house and threw away everything Sean had brought before.

I saw a short hair on the sofa. Although I had short hair, this one was shorter than mine.

It was Sean's.

I threw that hair away. I went crazy and put on my rubber gloves and started cleaning.

I took a basin of water and put some disinfectant in it. I began to wipe every corner of the house with a rag.

It was late midnight when I finished cleaning.

I turned on the light to the brightest and searched every room.

I didn't rest assured until I was sure there was nothing left by Sean.

When I got back to bed, I found a Wechat from Daisy on my mobile phone.

She was very busy after her promotion. She had been abroad almost all the time and spent less time in York.

She said she would fly back tonight. She would arrive around noon tomorrow. She was on the plane now and asked me to have dinner together.

She also sent me a picture of her.

Because of the time difference, she was still in the daytime.

I took a look at my watch. It was over 4 a.m. I sent Daisy a message and went to bed.

The next morning, I was woken up by Daisy's call.

I answered the phone. She asked me directly, "Why are you not sleeping at 4 a.m.? Are you cultivating immortals?"

I was confused but amused by what she said.

I replied, "no, I was cleaning."

"Cleaning? Where do you live now? Why do you need to clean up until 4 a.m.?"

I told her I lived on York No.1.

Then I heard her scream, "what? You live there? Have you and Sean made up?"

Her words woke me up.

I sat up and explained to her the origin of the house. Daisy immediately said, "you send me the address. Wait for me. I'll put down my luggage and go to your house."

I sent her the address and got up and washed my face.

Then I had brunch.

Before I finished eating, there was a knock at the door.

It was Daisy.

She searched every room as soon as she came in. At last she sat on the dining chair and said excitedly, "your grandmother is so kind to you. It's worthy of York No.1. The view here is so good."

"Yes."

I drooped my eyes.

In fact, if I could choose, I didn't want to live here.

This house was about 130 square meters. But it only had two bedrooms. It had a changing room, two bathrooms and two washrooms.

It had a huge living room.

Now I lived here alone. I thought the house was empty.

Daisy sat down and picked up a piece of toast in front of me. As she ate, she began to complain about her hard work. It was hard to reverse the jet lag and her skin was getting worse.

She didn't have a boyfriend yet.

Maybe I hadn't talked to people for a long time. Hearing what Daisy said, my mood relaxed. I said to her, "I envy you so much."

"Why do you envy me? I envy you." Daisy looked at the huge French windows. "If my grandmother gives me such a big house, I will stay at home and not work every day."

After she finished, I said, "then you can live with me. You can move away when you get married. We'll live together before that."

"I don't want it." Daisy shook her head. "Sean won't be happy we live together."

Sean.

I was a little down at his name. I was silent for a moment and said, "I divorced him. We have no relationship now."

"What?"

Daisy blinked at me. She did not believe it.

"It's true."

I told Daisy what happened recently. I told her I was wronged and could almost put Molly in jail.

Daisy's mood was not as relaxed as before.

But she saw that I was so depressed and smiled again, "OK, I'll stay with you these days. I'll have a party for you to return to single tonight!"

"Just stay with me. I don't want a party."

"It's not a party. Let's go out and let off steam. You should not stay at home."

Daisy was eating bread but I could hear her.