Zhou Yanci spent three years of marriage clinging to an obsession he had carried since his youth, while Wu Shuwan took him for granted. Right before his eyes, she let her former lover cross boundaries, provoke him, and take over their home. She mistook his patience for weakness and his boundaries for a joke. Only when he took down every photo of them, cleared their shared album, and placed the signed divorce papers beside the keepsake that had once sealed their love did she panic. Desperate with regret, she swallowed her pride and chased after him, only to hear him say, “All I feel for you now is disgust.” At last, she uncovered the secret he had hidden for years and realized that the cup of hot milk tea she had casually handed him back then had been the only light in his dark life, and she had snuffed it out with her own hands. The fireworks have burned out, and spilled water cannot be gathered back. Some people, once lost, are gone for life.
