"Gao Qi…You broke up with me!"
Zhao Yu reminisced about his first love, Gao Qi, who had recently broken up with him. Feeling downcast, he called a few colleagues to join him for a drink.
Intoxicated more by his emotions than the alcohol, he quickly lost consciousness after just a few drinks. His colleagues took him to a hotel, and not long after, he woke up.
"It seems like breaking up isn't that big of a deal..."
Zhao Yu smiled, realizing he wasn't as heartbroken as he thought. It was as if, upon waking, love and heartache had ceased to matter.
"Love, after all, is not everything..."
He rubbed his chin and wondered aloud, "But I feel like I've forgotten something important..."
"Could it be the content of my dream?!"
Zhao Yu racked his brains, trying to recall what he had dreamed about, but nothing came to mind.
The sense of melancholy and emptiness lingered in his mind.
"Forget it, I won't think about it anymore..."
