She Spent Our Proposal Night with Her First Love, So I Revealed Who I Really Am

Zhao Hansheng prepared ninety-nine white roses and waited five whole hours for Tang Wanning in the pouring rain. But she couldn't even be bothered to send him a message as she went to pick up her beloved first love, who had just returned from abroad. As he crouched in the rain, picking up petals ruined by the downpour, she was at the airport taking a picture with her first love to post on her social feed. Five years together, all for one sentence: "Let's talk about the proposal another day." He left behind his engagement ring and a note ending their relationship, took out the iron box his adoptive parents had left him, and dialed the number he hadn't called in twenty-five years. "Grandpa, I want to come home."