Cheng Jing and I grew up together, and our families arranged our marriage when we were children. Seven years ago, his cousin came to live with his family and never stopped clinging to him.
For seven years, it never let up. But I knew he detested her; the disgust and irritation in his eyes were impossible to fake.
Yet when his cousin fell gravely ill, he wanted to break off our engagement.
He said, “My cousin needs to win you over to survive. A Yue, she’s still my cousin. I don’t want her to die.”
He felt deeply sorry for me. “A Yue, you wouldn’t want her to die either, would you?”
At the time, I thought, Do you know that I also have a mission to win you over? You abandoned me, and my punishment is to forget you.
When we meet again, I won’t know who you are…
