On the wedding day, Shen Zhiyi discovered that he was someone else's stand-in.
The name Lu Tingzhou muttered when he was drunk, the girl who looked exactly like her in the encrypted photo album on his phone, and the scar on his left chest where he shielded someone from a knife.
She quietly took off the ring and left the signed divorce agreement behind.
Three years later, her work won a gold medal at the International Jewelry Exhibition.
When the media asked about her inspiration for winning the award, she smiled at the camera: "To commemorate my dead love."
That night, Lu Tingzhou smashed all the exhibition hall windows and stopped her car in the heavy rain, with scarlet eyes:
"Shen Zhiyi, that child... Is ours, right?"
She rolled down the car window and the rain wet his expensive suit:
"Mr. Lu remembered it wrong, it was just a 'mistake'."
Later, he knelt in front of her mother's grave for three days and three nights, just asking for a reunion.
And she held her fiancé's hand and passed in front of him, never looking back.
——Love is like ashes burned out in the daytime. It will be scattered when the wind blows.
