I'd been with Qin Yiyang for ten years. Everyone said he loved me more than anything.
When I asked him for a divorce, his fans across the internet came after me.
[Quan Qing, have you forgotten who went public with you when he was a top-tier star?]
[You don't know a good thing when you have it. Your idol loves you so much. How can you be so awful?]
[I dream of being loved by him, and this bitch dares to turn him down?]
But they didn't know that Qin Yiyang was even wilder with his fan-site photographers behind my back.
"Qingqing, stop making a fuss. How are you going to live without me?" Qin Yiyang scrolled through his fans' comments and looked at me with an amused smile.
I laughed in anger, flung the divorce papers at his face, and walked away without looking back.
"You should worry about how you're going to live."
After all, the soul his fans were so obsessed with was mine.
