On the anniversary of Jiang Fengyan's first love's death, he brought home a beautiful woman and asked me, as his legal wife, to arrange a place for her to stay.
So I generously gave up the master bedroom, smashed the photo of him and his first love, packed my bags, and left for good.
Everyone was betting on how many days I'd stay away this time. Some guessed seven, others ten.
Jiang Fengyan even declared, “She loves me like a dog. She'd even kill for me. I'll give her one day, tops.”
But a year passed, and I never showed up again. Not until he saw me, already married, beside his nephew.
“You killed the woman I loved most. You have to love me in her place. You'll never be free of me for the rest of your life!”
“Mr. Jiang, I think you've got it wrong. Is it possible that neither your first love nor I ever loved you?”
