When Shen Zhiyi was eighteen years old, he mustered up the courage to confess his love to Lu Tingchen.
He smiled and ruffled her hair: "Children know what they like."
That night she saw him attending the reception with his well-matched fiancée on his arm.
Ten years later at the International Jewelry Exhibition, she held her fiancé's arm and smiled sweetly: "Mr. Lu, this is my fiancé."
Lu Tingchen crushed the champagne glass, and blood mixed with wine dripped on the marble.
Late at night, he smashed open her hotel room door and said in a hoarse voice, "You called him... Fiancé?"
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