Lila Rosewisp

On my thirtieth birthday, when I was proposing to my boyfriend.
His "white moonlight" called: "Come to the office immediately, I must see you within half an hour."
Looking at Song Ye, who was preparing to leave, I put down a harsh word:
"If you dare to walk out this door, I will make you regret it."
But he, however, righteously said:
"Don't make trouble unreasonably, isn't my hard work for us?"
Watching him hurriedly leave, my heart completely turned cold.
He would never have thought that merely leaving me alone at the proposal scene to handle work would cost him all face.
I gave up on him completely, turned around, and became a world-class designer, throwing myself into the arms of a young, fit lover.
He regretted it to the point of madness,
But the woman who loved him wholeheartedly no longer belonged to him anymore.


At the Proposal Scene, My Boyfriend Left Me to Find His White Moonlight

I moved out of Song Ye's villa and found a place to live on my own.


Once settled, I immediately started sending out resumes and working on my creations.


After all, having been out of the loop for so many years, my market acumen has diminished, and several job applications went unanswered.


After about half a month, I received an interview notice from a renowned fashion company.


When it came down to discussing work conditions, their requirement was that new designers must work on-site and regularly travel for international exhibitions to learn about the latest global trends.


If I were still with Song Ye, there would be no way I could accept these conditions.


But now I am unrestrained, and I can do anything I want.


I signed my name on the contract: "Ye An'an."


During this time, Song Ye texted me several times. The first few messages were rather stiff, but they softened later on.


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