At our engagement banquet, my fiancé put my mother’s keepsake around my cousin’s neck.
The Shen family disowned me, and with no money to my name, I could only move into the run-down building my mother left behind.
I thought I’d hit rock bottom, until the old man collecting scrap downstairs handed me a key. "For the third floor. Your mom left it for you."
My phone buzzed. The first message in the residents’ group chat popped up: Zhiyi is here. Everyone, take your places.
Later, when Jiang Lin knelt at the entrance to Building Seven and begged me to let him go, I finally understood that what my mother left behind was never just a necklace.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
