Netizens saw Xiao Ye's name in the lyricist's column and almost doubted their lives.
Xiao Ye was previously Liu Qiaoqiao's boyfriend, and in the eyes of netizens, he was useless.
But shortly after Xiao Ye and Liu Qiaoqiao broke up, he could write songs for the king of the music scene?
Netizens asked Liu Qiaoqiao on Weibo if he was really talented.
Did Xiao Ye's career take off after the breakup?
Regarding this phenomenon, the comments on Liu Qiaoqiao's Weibo exploded.
After a while, Liu Qiaoqiao posted an update.
This comment was intriguing, "Are you happy now that you've exchanged the current outcome?" Kuaishu Pavilion
Liu Qiaoqiao, who had always stood by Xiao Ye, now seemed to be stepping on him.
She seemed to imply that Xiao Ye's ability to write songs for a king was entirely due to unspeakable means.
Liu Qiaoqiao's fans followed suit, cursing the scumbag who had wronged their goddess.
His good brother Hao Ming was furious and called to comfort Xiao Ye.
However, he found that Xiao Ye's phone was turned off.
Xiao Ye did not respond to the online public opinion in any way.
At this time, he had received the promised three hundred thousand yuan, which Xiao Ye first used to pay off his debts.
Xiao Ye arrived at the marital home with a guitar.
The renovation of the marital home was all done according to Liu Qiaoqiao's preferences.
The living room was also decorated with many pet-themed elements because Liu Qiaoqiao liked cats.
In the bedroom of the marital home, a photo of Xiao Ye and Liu Qiaoqiao was pasted.
On the bedside, there was a note left by Xiao Ye, "Welcome, my wife, to our new home..."
Xiao Ye's face was expressionless as he tore down the note.
His figure revealed loneliness. Perhaps Xiao Ye never imagined that things would turn out this way with Liu Qiaoqiao!
Not long ago, they were the most loving couple in the world.
Xiao Ye tidied up the marital home and walked into the living room.
"Qiaoqiao, this is the sofa I prepared for you... Do you like it?"
"You like the open-air balcony, you can plant flowers here, and at night you can admire the stars and the moon."
Xiao Ye muttered hoarsely, as if Liu Qiaoqiao was still by his side.
He sat on the balcony, and the stars outside had already come out.
The moonlight was truly beautiful, gentle as water.
"Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, a day for reunion."
Xiao Ye looked at the mooncakes in his hand and gave a bitter smile, "You said you would make mooncakes for me every year for the Mid-Autumn Festival, but it seems I can never eat them again."
He took out a box of mooncakes from his pocket.
Xiao Ye tasted a piece, his expression filled with sadness.
He hugged the guitar Liu Qiaoqiao had given him and gently strummed and sang.
"You ask me how deep my love is, how much I love you..."
Xiao Ye's eyes were filled with deep affection, as if Liu Qiaoqiao were still by his side.
He was singing his most beloved song, singing it for the girl he liked the most.
Xiao Ye looked at the moon in the dark night, his lips trying hard to form a smile.
Such loneliness and sadness.
"Qiaoqiao, Happy Mid-Autumn Festival."
...
Liu Qiaoqiao clutched her heart. Seeing Xiao Ye's deep affection, tears welled up in her eyes.
She never knew Xiao Ye was like this. She had just been mocking him on Weibo.
But Xiao Ye had never blamed her.
He had earned the lyricist credit through his own ability, never because of her, Liu Qiaoqiao!
She never knew, never knew what Xiao Ye was carrying.
"Why are you only letting me know now..."
Liu Qiaoqiao's breathing trembled, and she felt a mix of emotions.
"A Ye, do we still have a chance... a chance..."
Confusion appeared on Liu Qiaoqiao's enchanting face, her beautiful eyes flickering.
There had been a chance for them to be happy together.
She didn't want to be affected by Xiao Ye's memories, but she couldn't stop her tears from falling.
When Hao Duoyu walked over, holding his backside, he saw Liu Qiaoqiao with red eyes.
Crying heartbrokenly.