Letting Myself Fall Deeper

The century’s most romantic proposal played out live across the entire city, but no one knew that three hours earlier, he had gripped my chin and forced me to sign a consent form for an abortion. When the operating-room lights went out, the doctor murmured, “Boss Shao ordered a thorough curettage.”

Later, the most expensive ad spaces in Jing City played the same scene on repeat: the second young master of the Shao family of the capital kneeling in the rain, a handwritten letter in his own blood reading, “Gao Can, I’m sorry.”

I laughed and smashed the jewelry worth over a hundred million that he’d sent me. Only now you regret it? Too late!