The first love is back, and the substitute strikes back.
The day Yan Mo’s first love returned to the country, he wrote Ci Nian a check. “She’s timid. Don’t scare her.”
Ci Nian nodded obediently, then emptied his house that very night.
She didn’t even leave the curtains behind. She had put them up herself.
Three months later, red-eyed, he cornered her outside her new home. “You tore my house apart. Shouldn’t you make it up to me by giving yourself to me?”
Ci Nian waved the diamond ring on her left ring finger. “Sorry, Mr. Yan. I’m already someone else’s darling. Go find your first love.”
