The day my first love returned to the country, I happily took the check and boarded a plane.
What Gu Jingchen didn’t know was this:
The plane never took off. I vanished without a trace, taking everything he’d bought me.
He thought I was dead. He cried for three years and went mad for three years.
Meanwhile, I became his older brother’s fiancée and moved into the villa next door.
Every day, I watched him get drunk in front of my photos, break down, and fall to his knees begging for forgiveness.
Until he stopped me again and asked what I really liked.
I glanced back at his older brother.
“Every bouquet he gives me is the right color. What do you think?”
