I stayed with him for seven years, from spring to winter, from loving him to dying. On the day of the divorce, he didn't keep me and only said softly: "Have you thought it through?" I laughed. At that moment, I finally understood that love did not collapse, but was broken bit by bit. Later, I became a sought-after jewelry designer, appearing on magazine covers and in the spotlight. And he, the man who once threw me into the dust, is outside my door every night, smoking and watching me light up. He said: "Zhixia, I'm crazy, can you come back?" I smiled faintly: "I died that winter long ago, at the moment you didn't love me." She was reborn from the ruins, and he went crazy after losing her. The retribution of love finally came back to him.
