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Back then, in Yang Xue's eyes, I saw another version of myself.

And I saw the face I had been longing for.

That was the reason I decided to keep living.

It was our first meeting, and though we didn't speak, it spoke volumes.

We were like the last two sheep in a desolate grassland, surrounded by wolves, huddling together for warmth.

I remember the first rays of morning sunlight spreading across the river, glowing with a faint golden light.

Yang Xue turned her head, her eyes curving into a smile, a glimmer of light that had been missing for too long shining in her eyes. It was the look of someone who had found hope in life again. She smiled sweetly, and the first thing she said was, [Will you be my boyfriend?]

Without hesitation, I blurted out, [Yes.]

We seemed naturally get tacit, and just like that, we came together.

When I was with Yang Xue, we loved each other wholeheartedly, as if we had entrusted everything to one another.

In truth, we didn't talk much, but often, we didn't need to. We just knew what the other was thinking.

At the beginning, we were truly happy. Otherwise, we wouldn't have gotten married after just two years of dating.

We pulled each other out of the mud pool and moved toward a brighter future.

I thought everything would go according to the future we had planned, but the accident came when we were decorating our wedding room. Yang Xue gave me that design layout.

It was the room she had reserved for her first love, as if a shadow of him would always linger in the depths of her heart.

Ever since Yang Xue and I got married, Mu Chen had stepped into our world.

When Mu Chen appeared, Yang Xue seemed like a completely different person—deeply affectionate toward her first love, but treating me like an enemy.

She took advantage of my favor, continuously trampling on my sincerity.

For three years, I endured too much torment. I had thought marriage would be a redemption for the past, but instead, it made my state even worse.

I no longer cling that face. I had made the decision to let go.

My thoughts drifted, and amidst the sound of thunder, I fell asleep.

When I woke up, Yang Xue and Mu Chen were gone.

They were probably together, reliving old dreams.

But what did that have to do with me?

I started packing my things. There wasn't much—three years of belongings didn't even fill one suitcase.

On the coffee table in the living room was a note, its words filled with a sense of pride.

[When you realize your mistakes, I'll forgive you!]

Yang Xue was still as she's high above as ever, certain that I couldn't live without her, so she didn't care about my feelings at all.

In the past, I would have frantically called Yang Xue, apologizing over and over just to see that face.

But now, I simply tossed the note into the trash, left a divorce agreement on the table, picked up my suitcase, and walked out without looking back.

I'm sorry. I tried for three years, but I've returned to the same hell.

I gave up on the woman who didn't care about me.