The most willful thing Meng Yanzhao ever did was ask Qin Yanli for a bouquet of flowers just as their three-year engagement was about to end.
But Qin Yanli thought she was going to cling to him. He said, "Meng Yanzhao, can you stop being so demanding?"
"Ruo'an has suffered for you all these years. Can't you spare a thought for her?"
Meng Yanzhao understood. He didn't love her. He had loved Su Ruo'an from beginning to end.
So she stood by the railing of the cruise ship. The black sea churned with waves that seemed ready to devour her. Not a trace of color remained in her pale face, and her seaweed-like long hair flew in the wind, as if she might be swept away at any moment.
Her lips moved soundlessly. Qin Yanli froze at the other end of the call, his eyes bloodshot.
He heard the dull sound of someone hitting the water.
Only the assistant standing beside Meng Yanzhao heard the usually gentle and virtuous Mrs. Qin tremble as she said into her phone, "Fuck you."
Then she threw the phone into the dark sea.
Theme: No more love-brain behavior
