At my birthday banquet, my fiancé's old flame lost the amulet she'd worn for years.
Everyone searched, but no one could find it. His old flame cried as if her heart would break.
Just as I stood up to help, the ruined amulet fell out of my pocket.
I froze in place. Ruan Jiajia cried out, "Miss Sang, this amulet was a keepsake my mother left me. Even if you hate me, you shouldn't take it out on this!"
She clutched the broken scraps and sobbed until she could barely catch her breath.
Hearing this, Song Jinnian slammed me onto the banquet table, his voice hostile. "Sang Yu, I warned you long ago not to hurt Jiajia. Looks like you didn't take my words to heart."
"Since your hands are so disobedient, always taking other people's things, perhaps we should just cut them off."
