At Ding Rongrong's most painful moment, her boyfriend, who had loved her for two years, sprinkled a handful of salt on her open wound.

He scolded her and threw her on the glass door of the hotel. Her panicked heart was broken into pieces.

The security staffs of the hotel rushed over and restrained Du Xiping.

However, Du Xiping was not willing to give up. He was wrestling with the security. He did not forget to jump and shout at Ding Rongrong, "Tell me, who is that bastard?"

Ding Rongrong looked at Du Xiping. His face was so blurry. She didn't know if she had broken her eyes in tears or her optic nerve. She actually felt that the face distorted by anger was so unfamiliar.

She got up from the ground and watched that Du Xiping was pushed away by the security. She turned around silently, woodenlyand walked out of the hotel's gate. She went back to school in a daze.

It was almost midnight, but the bonfire party in front of the school's laboratory building was still not over. Beer bottles filled the ground, students staggered about, and red sparks jumped out from the flames, like the night of doom.

Ding Rongrong thought to herself, Such a frenzied and confused night. A perfect time to go to the wrong room and sleep with a stranger.

She walked barefoot on the cold asphalt pavement of the school. Helplessness and desolation spread up from the soles of her feet to her heart.

She quietly went back to the dormitory. None of the good friends who had lived together for four years were there. There were several large suitcases on the floor. Under the bed were scattered unfinished items. Old textbooks and notebooks were piled up on the windowsill.

Only Ding Rongrong's small world was neat. Because she need to continue studying in this school, she didn't need to pack up and leave. At most, she could move from this dormitory to another room after school started.

Ding Rongrong sat on her bed for a while, her mind was in a state of chaos, as if she had many thoughts, but even she did not know what those thoughts were.

Five minutes later, she got up, took off the haute couture man's shirt, threw it into the trash can in the bathroom, put on her clothes, and found a pair of canvas shoes to wear.

Then she began to tidy up her things in an orderly manner.

Valuables items, such as laptops, MP5s, electronic dictionaries, some clothes and accessories that her mother brought for her in the past, were all thrown into her large suitcase.

Heavy luggages, books and some old clothes were thrown away in the dormitory. When the graduates left, workers would take these things away.

She dragged her suitcase, went downstairs, walked out of the school, stopped a taxi, and left the school.

She had planned to hunt for a summer job in this city after sending all her classmates away. Before postgraduate studies in September, she could earn some money to lighten her mother’s burden.

Unexpectedly, she was the first of all her classmates to leave this university.

Ding Rongrong took a night train and bid farewell to the city that she had lived for four years. She bid farewell to the relationship that had cherished for two years and sped towards home with all the sorrow.

Home is always warm, mother always loves her the most, everything will pass.