We Never Meet Again

On the eve of our wedding, Shen Qian's first love, Pei Lin, posted a sapphire diamond ring on her social media. I glanced at the photo. It was the wedding ring he and I were supposed to share, the only one of its kind in the world, designed by me with my own hands. And now it was on her finger. I thought it over all night, then calmly asked to break up the next day. Shen Qian said expressionlessly, “Ye Yan, we're getting married soon. Think it through. Don't regret it.” “I won't.” Later, Shen Qian called me drunk in the middle of the night. “Yanyan, where are you? I can't find you at home.”