I had a secret crush on Wen Jichu for four years.
After we got together, I gave up my place as the heir to Kunqu opera and devoted my whole heart to him.
Once, Wen Jichu took me to one of his gatherings. Someone jeered and egged me on to perform.
When I looked at Wen Jichu helplessly, he turned his gaze away and said coolly:
"She's just an opera singer, something for people to enjoy."
"She hasn't sung in years, though. She'd probably hurt your ears."
That's when I finally understood: I was nothing but a source of amusement to him.
After we broke up, he learned every song I'd ever performed, all just to beg for my forgiveness.
But I would never look back at him again.
