I followed Mu Congwen for ten years, from the time I was eighteen until I was twenty-eight.
I always thought I’d be the only Mrs. Mu.
But when he proposed to my younger sister in grand fashion, holding a million-dollar diamond ring,
I finally gave up on him.
I turned around and said yes to Han Yanqi, who had devotedly protected me for years.
He couldn’t wait to propose to me.
But before the wedding, I overheard him talking with a friend.
“You don’t even love Meng Zhiyun. Why marry her?”
Han Yanqi spoke in a hoarse voice, saying something that chilled me to the bone.
“Only this way can Lingling be happy.”
Meng Zhiling, my own younger sister.
If that’s how it is, then I don’t want any of you.
