In the third year after I escaped from the mountains, Pei Qian stopped loving me.
He spent the whole night in the living room, leaving cigarette butts scattered across the floor.
At dawn, I heard him murmur, “Ruan Qingyu, maybe it would’ve been better if you’d died in those mountains.”
After saying that, he seemed to suddenly come to his senses and fled in a panic.
But back then, he had held up a ring and declared with radiant confidence, “I’ll love Ruan Qingyu for the rest of my life. If I ever break that vow, may the heavens strike me down!”
