Man, what's wrong with you?

Sherry hailed a cab to the apartment she used to live in. Once she stepped out of the car, she took a look around.

If she remembered correctly, Jeffery told her that he lived in this apartment. Although she didn't really know him that well, her memory of the boy's clear eyes was still vivid.

That silly boy. She had advised him not to work in the bar, but he just didn't listen. Last time, he was throwing up like that.

Sherry took the elevator to her room. From the moment she tied the knot with Jeremy, rarely did she get the chance to come to this apartment and have it cleaned. Right now, it seemed as if it was all covered with dust.

Without delay, she started cleaning the room; she mopped the floor, and wiped the windows. Time flew without her noticing, and it was already two in the afternoon. Wiping the beads of sweat on her forehead, she felt a little tired but very contented and happy.

Although the entire house seemed squeaky clean, and even the air was fresh and comfortable, she still felt that something was missing. After thinking about it for a while, she remembered that she had given a vase to Jeremy, but it was nowhere to be found.

There was nothing inside the fridge. Now that she had made up her mind to stay here once the divorce was finalized, she thought she should have the room decorated. Moreover, she would have to cook for herself in the future.

Grabbing the key and her wallet, she went to the nearest supermarket to buy a new vase and some flowers, as well as some fruits and vegetables. But when she walked out of the supermarket carrying these heavy items in her hand, she immediately felt so out of breath after taking just a few steps.

"Sherry?" A strange yet familiar voice called out to her.

Standing behind her, Jeffery reluctantly called out her name.

When Sherry turned around to check, she saw a tall and thin man, whose eyes were looking at her in surprise.

He casually walked over and smiled, "It really is you!"

had bumped into each other here a few times before, and Sherry was also aware that he lived in the same apartment as her. Last time, after getting hurt by Jeremy and Jessie, she came back to the

her heart just couldn't help but soften, just like

with your classes?" she asked. There were beads of sweat on Sherry's forehead. Noticing the stuff she was carrying, Jeffery quickly took it from her. Then, he told her, "Yes, I only have a few classes in the afternoon. Looks like you bought

so she

like it, but I'm quite strong!" he proudly stated, as he patted

was carrying to Jeffery and decided to carry only

Sherry, what brings you here

on Sherry's face faded a little. Seeing this, Jeffery said, "Did your husband

it was rather stiff. "No, he didn't really embarrass me. He has always been like that, so

wearing, Jeffery suddenly felt so irritated. Truth be told, he wanted to punch

that he had no right to do so. After

they took the elevator to her floor, there were only the two of them in it. Remembering how much Jeffery

he stammered, "Yes, I still haven't

need the money?" She ended up regretting asking him

such a straightforward question, a college student like Jeffery must have felt so

face turned even redder. Pursing his lips, he replied, "I'm going to pay you back in the future." He

and said at once, "No, you should focus on your studies first. It's not too late for you to earn

a strange look on Jeffery's face. How could she say that to a boy with

help sighing deep inside. Moments later, the elevator stopped at the floor where she was living. So, she stepped out of the elevator,

the vase?" Jeffery asked as soon