SunburstSorceress

Two weeks before my 30th birthday was the seventh anniversary of my relationship with Song Ye.

He prepared a romantic candlelight dinner, exquisite gifts, and a small cake for me.

The atmosphere was very romantic, and I thought he would propose to me at this moment.

Song Ye's phone rang, and he said sorry to me, and to rest early tonight.

I stood frozen on the spot, suddenly feeling that all the reluctance in the world was meaningless.

He doesn't love me that much.

Perhaps being together from the start was a mistake.

I should let you go, and also let myself go.


Letting You Go at 30

On the way back, I turned into a clothing store and picked out some ethnically styled clothes in bold and exaggerated colors.


While I was mixing and matching the clothes, quite a few people gathered around me in amazement:


"These pieces don't look good hanging there by themselves, but when you pair them together, they have an indescribable vibe."


I immediately swiped my card to pay, ready to head back looking flamboyant and happy.


The store clerk wrapped up the old clothes I changed out of, and as soon as I left the store, I tossed the old clothes into the trash can.


Goodbye to my past of compromising to please others.


After walking a few steps out of the mall, I reached one of the more upscale international business hotels in our area.


I saw Song Ye and Gu Anya standing side by side, talking to a foreign client.


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