When she was six, her mother told her, “Yiyi, you must behave yourself here. Whatever you do, don’t offend the young master!” From that day on, Liu Yiyi became Wang Mubai’s little sidekick. When she was fifteen, Liu Yiyi was doubled over with cramps from her first period. Wang Mubai carried her on his back and ran, calling out as he went, “Liu Yiyi, I’ve never carried a woman before! You’d better remember this day.” From then on, a seed was quietly planted in her heart, a seed bearing Wang Mubai’s name. On the night of Wang Mubai’s twenty-second birthday, he asked her softly, “Liu Yiyi, may I?” Her heart pounded, but somehow she nodded. That night was reckless and chaotic. Liu Yiyi unexpectedly became pregnant, and Wang Mubai angrily demanded, “Liu Yiyi, did you trick me? Had you planned this all along?” Later, Liu Yiyi really did marry Wang Mubai and become his wife. Then she miscarried, and Wang Mubai asked her coldly, “Liu Yiyi, back then you used the baby in your belly as leverage and forced me to marry you. You never thought you’d lose the baby now. Tell me… isn’t this karma?” After that, Liu Yiyi grew numb. She no longer had any expectations for their marriage. Just when she thought she would muddle through the rest of her life like this, she suddenly found her mother’s suicide note. At that moment, her world collapsed completely. She stood before Wang Mubai, her eyes empty and her voice hoarse. “Wang Mubai, you disgust me. The thing I regret most in my life is falling in love with you!” Later, Liu Yiyi stood on the rooftop. “Wang Mubai, are you going to let me go, or watch me die here?”
