He gripped my chin and said, “You’re just a shadow of Wei Rou.”
I swallowed my tears and donated my bone marrow for the unattainable first love in his heart, only to hear him ask with a laugh from the operating table, “Is she dead?”
Three years later, my art exhibition took the whole city by storm.
In front of the media cameras, the man who had once forced me to my knees knelt soaked through on broken glass, holding out a diamond ring with trembling hands. “Please… look at me once more.”
Only later did I learn that the “unattainable first love” who had torn his heart apart had long since been burned to ashes by his own hand.
So attractive and interesting