First Love

I fell in love with a poor boy, but later broke up with him because he was poor.

Years later, he became successful and famous, while I, serving food, accidentally stained his girlfriend’s bag.

The young girlfriend sneered, “Do you recognize this bag? Can you afford to compensate for it?”

I smiled and handed her my own bag:

“A limited edition Birkin, three times the price of yours. Is it alright if I compensate you with this?”

At the premiere of the film “Huaian,” director Chen Huaixu said he had spent twelve years preparing for it-a belated promise to someone.

A reporter asked, “Someone very important, right?”

He joked self-deprecatingly, “A liar I’ll never forget.”

Later, my past was completely exposed, and netizens went crazy shipping our expired romance.

He held me, sobbing so hard he could barely speak:

“Qi An, I’ve saved up many millions by now. Would you consider me for a second marriage?”

After being cheated on.

Out of spite, I chose Xu Mo, the coldest and most aloof school heartthrob from high school.

In the dimly lit bathroom, he was unbelievably obedient.

Letting me do as I pleased, his body temperature was as cold as ice.

My fingers slowly reached for his belt.

But he grasped my wrist:

“Wait a moment, okay?”

I was stunned and looked up at him,

“Can you… save me?”