Deep Love Will Eventually Become a Tragedy

On the day Lin Muxue inherited a fortune worth hundreds of billions, I broke up with her. I said that I was in love with someone else and let her be generous. She cut her wrists, jumped off the building, and risked half her life, but she couldn't get me to look back. Three years later, I met her again while selling flowers on the street. I lowered my head, not daring to look at her, and my voice became lower and lower: "Do you want to buy a flower? Sir, this flower is for the lady." She interrupted me, her voice a little impatient: "No, my husband is allergic to pollen." "Okay, I wish you happiness."