The year Pei Siyu was at his lowest, I asked to break up.
Who could have guessed he would soon become a business tycoon, force me to be his kept woman, and lavishly bankroll me to become a principal ballerina?
But for the graduation project of his fake heiress, he made me dance in shoes lined with steel needles until my bones cracked, then accused me of being melodramatic.
I left calmly without tears or protest, but he cried himself unconscious at my grave.
