When I fainted from low blood sugar, Gu Siyun was in his office, whispering sweet nothings to his little assistant.
A passerby took me to the hospital. Gu Siyun said, “Wait for me to pick you up,” and I waited all day.
At dusk, I opened the car door and saw a box of luxury jewelry sitting in the front passenger seat.
Just as I was about to move it, Gu Siyun snatched it away and snapped irritably,
“If it’s not yours, don’t touch it. Get in the back.”
Gu Siyun answered a call from the photo studio:
“Mr. Gu, you booked a wedding photo session with us…”
I stood there, gazing calmly at the man I had loved for five years, then turned and walked away.
Forget it. If he had no feelings for me, there was no need for me to keep loving him.
We wouldn’t take the photos. We wouldn’t get married. And I didn’t want him anymore.
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