At that time, the young man was so shocked that I devoted five years of my life to accompany him. I even closed the milk tea shop where I made a living and risked all my wealth to get married.
Five years of tenderness day and night are no match for an ambiguous text message, all kinds of shirking of betrothal gifts, and the entanglement of the opposite sex that cannot be hidden.
All the savings I lent him time and time again were squandered on others; when I got pregnant unexpectedly, I only received a cold denial from him: We can't get married.
In the snowy cold winter, I walked into the operating room alone and said goodbye to this devastated relationship.
From then on, I put away the old dolls that held five years of memories and ran a dessert shop by myself. I focused on my career and never gave in to love again.
Later, he suddenly came to his senses and traveled all over the city regretting it, but I had already withdrawn all my sincerity.
After five years of working together passionately, our paths have diverged across mountains and seas.
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