Speaking of Those Days

[Major warning] The author was young and loved angsty romances back then. I don't have the same mindset now, so I can't write that kind of story anymore. The blurb makes this sound like a story where the heroine suffers, but I've decided to have her stab the scumbag to death and end it. That's all. Salute. She never thought Rong Qi would deceive her. Later, when she opened her eyes, she'd been dumped in Suoqing, a place so remote even the birds wouldn't shit there. "Well, then." Yan Wu smiled as she looked at the endless snowy mountains. - Whatever happens, I'll get by. But three years later, he appeared again, holding out a hand to her. "Yan Wu, I'll take you home." An expired promise is like a sweet potato left lying around too long. Eat it, and it could kill you. So she lowered her head and tucked the blanket over her legs. "Rong Qi, let's leave it at that." Theme: Don't love scumbags