"Xu Ruyuan, when you said you had something to do, you meant going to watch fireworks with your childhood sweetheart?" Pei Jingming clenched his phone, roses withering behind him.
She sneered. "It's just an anniversary. Why are you making such a fuss?"
Eight years of devotion had become a joke. He turned away without hesitation. "We're over."
The next day, Xu Ruyuan drunkenly pounded on his door. "Go make me some hangover soup! I forgive you!"
He only replied indifferently, "Make it yourself."
When she fabricated a "kept man scandal" to try to destroy him, Yan Xinlan stepped forward. "The truth requires evidence, not lies."
At the press conference, Xu Ruyuan wept bitterly. "He stole eight years of my youth!"
Pei Jingming faced the cameras and produced the transfer records. "So which one of us was bleeding the other dry?"
Public opinion turned against her, and she panicked. "Jingming, I was wrong..."
He put an arm around the elegant, resolute Yan Xinlan beside him, his gaze icy. "You should have saved your remorse for the person you were back then."
The roses withered, childhood sweethearts became strangers, and love that comes too late is worth less than grass. Reborn through fire, he gives his heart to someone who deserves it.
