Don't call me a singing god, I just want to go back to doing scientific research.

"Lingluo, I've found an apartment for you. It's near the company, in a high-end neighborhood, and security is absolutely no problem. I've already had my assistant handle the paperwork. It's fully furnished and ready to move in. You can come anytime." Shao Hui's efficiency was as high as ever.

"Okay." Ling Luo's voice was emotionless. "I'm coming over now."

"So fast?" Shao Hui paused for a moment on the other end of the line. "Then... talk to Gu Yang properly and make sure it doesn't affect his next match."

Ling Luo pursed her dry lips: "I know."

After hanging up the phone, he picked up the suitcase he had already packed and went downstairs.

After hanging up the phone, Ling Luo carried his suitcase downstairs. Li Mingjun was already waiting at the door, and silently took the suitcase from him when he came down.

The room was so quiet that you could hear the ticking of the second hand on the vintage wall clock.

Ling Luo's gaze swept across the living room and landed on the guitar that Gu Yang had casually put down next to the sofa. He could almost see Gu Yang holding the guitar, playing that off-key tune for him with great enthusiasm.

He walked to the coffee table and took out a pen and a notepad from his pocket.

What should I write?

He said it was for work convenience? Gu Yang wouldn't believe a word of that reason.

He said he needed a quieter creative environment? In order not to disturb him, Gu Yang could even wear headphones at home all day, and even had to control Nuonuo's cries.

Any reason seems pale and laughable in the face of Gu Yang's open and passionate feelings.

Ling Luo held the pen, hovering it over the paper, hesitant to put it down.

The image of Gu Yang frantically trying to cook a meal for him flashed through her mind.

He also recalled last night, when Gu Yang hugged him from behind, his warm breath spraying on his earlobe like a branding iron, still burning his heart to this day.

His heart felt like it was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand, and the pain was so intense that he could barely breathe.

After a long while, he finally moved.

The pen tip scratched across the paper.

He wrote no explanation, nor did he say any goodbye.

He only wrote one line.

—"Nono's dog food is in the storage cabinet, and the goat milk powder is in the refrigerator. Remember to feed her on time."

After finishing writing, he put down his pen and placed the light, flimsy piece of paper on the sheet music that Gu Yang had only half-read.

He took one last look at the warm, sunlit room, then turned and walked toward the door without looking back.

"Mr. Ling." Li Mingjun stopped at the door, turned around and looked at him, his eyes filled with reluctance.

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Ling Luo did not stop.

He walked straight out of that door.

"Bang."

The heavy door closed behind him, separating the two worlds.

Outside the door was the deep darkness of night and a cold wind.

Inside the door lay the mundane world he dared not touch.

……

At 10 p.m., Gu Yang finished his vocal and dance practice for the day and returned home humming an off-key tune.

He was in a particularly good mood today. His teacher praised him for his rapid progress, saying that he could easily hit even the most difficult high notes.

Gu Yang couldn't help but laugh when he thought of Ling Luo's stiff body and bright red ears when he hugged her.

That little turtle is so cute.

"I'm back!" he shouted in a strong voice as he changed his shoes.

The room was quiet; there was no response.

"Ling Luo? Isn't he home?" Gu Yang muttered, changed his shoes, and went inside. "Didn't the receptionist say he'd been back for a while?"

The living room lights were on, and everything was pretty much the same as when he left that morning.

"Nono?"

He called out, and the puppy poked its head out of its kennel, wagged its tail at him, but didn't rush over enthusiastically as usual. Instead, it listlessly lay back down, letting out two pitiful whimpers.

"What's wrong? Are you sick?" Gu Yang found it a bit strange.

Since Nono came home, she has been in good health. Even the vet said that she is a true country dog ​​and is very hardy.

"What's wrong? Did you miss me?" Gu Yang walked over and picked up Nuonuo. The little guy buried his head in his chest and rubbed against him gently, refusing to look up.

Gu Yang carried the dog to the sofa, intending to pick up his sheet music for another look, but immediately noticed the sticky note on it.

It's Ling Luo's handwriting.

In high school, Ling Luo had exceptionally beautiful, slender, golden-style calligraphy; her handwriting was sharp and incisive. Unfortunately, her handwriting is much more illegible now.

Gu Yang smiled and picked it up, thinking it was some encouraging message left for him by Ling Luo.

However, when he saw the cryptic message on the note, the smile on his face gradually froze.

—"Nono's dog food is in the storage cabinet, and the goat milk powder is in the refrigerator. Remember to feed her on time."

What is this?

Are you away on a business trip?

Why didn't you tell him you were going on a business trip?

Gu Yang's heart skipped a beat, and a strong sense of unease gripped him instantly. He turned around abruptly, rushed upstairs, and pushed open Ling Luo's door.

The room was neat and tidy, with the blankets folded like tofu blocks, as if no one had ever lived there.

He rushed to the wardrobe and yanked the door open.

The room was empty. The few clothes that Ling Luo had brought that he knew so well were all gone. Only a few lonely empty hangers remained, swaying gently in the closet with his movements, making a few hollow clattering sounds.

Gu Yang stood there, feeling as if his blood had frozen in that instant, his hands and feet icy cold.

"It's happening again," Gu Yang murmured, his voice trembling slightly, a tremor he himself didn't even realize. "Ling Luo, you're doing this again. Is it fun?"

His chest heaved violently, and he kicked a chair to the side, which overturned with a loud crash.

After venting his anger, Gu Yang wiped his face, took out his phone, and quickly found Shao Hui's number.

Ling Luo is now in charge of the company, so it's impossible for her not to contact Shao Hui.

The call was answered almost instantly.

"Hey, Brother Hui, do you know where Ling Luo went?" His voice suppressed his anger and sounded unusually calm.

"Huh? Didn't he tell you?" Shao Hui seemed a little surprised. "He moved to an apartment near the company."

"Where is it? Brother Hui, give me an address," Gu Yang said anxiously.

"This... Gu Yang, it's not that I don't want to give it to you, it's just that Ling Luo instructed me not to tell you."

Gu Yang sneered, "Brother Hui, we work in the same company now, we see each other all the time. How long can he keep it from me? I'll find out sooner or later, you might as well just tell me directly."

Shao Hui was silent for a few seconds, then sighed: "Alright, I'll send it to you in a bit. But it's no use you going now. Ling Luo went to Haicheng to meet with the singers invited to participate in the 'New Voice Songwriting Camp' and sign contracts while he's there."

"What?" Gu Yang was taken aback: "When did this happen?"

"My flight was this afternoon, it should be landing soon."

After hanging up the phone, my phone chimed, and sure enough, Shao Hui had sent me the address.

Gu Yang stared at the unfamiliar address, gripped his phone tighter, and cursed under his breath.

"Ling Luo, you're not a little turtle, you're a fucking ancient tortoise, aren't you? Your shell is so hard!"

After he finished cursing, he took a deep breath and opened the ticket booking app.

Haicheng?

Okay, very good.

He'd like to see where he could hide this time!