I was with Ye Ke for nine years.
We broke up and got back together nine times.
Every time we split, she was the one who came back to make up.
But the last time, she didn't want to stop me from leaving.
Instead, she took a lover who looked eight-tenths like me.
For his sake, she took away all my business opportunities.
She even handed over the Hundred Flowers Award, the film prize I'd worked toward for years.
At the awards ceremony, the host asked about my relationship with Ye Ke.
I smiled and lifted the ring on my hand.
"My fiancée would get jealous."
As soon as the words left my mouth, Ye Ke's eyes reddened, and she ran toward me, forgetting all about appearances.
