Thirty-year-old birthday, when I proactively proposed to my boyfriend. His "White Moonlight" called: "Come to the company immediately; I must see you within half an hour." Watching Adam Grant, who was ready to leave, I issued a harsh warning: "If you dare to walk out that door, I will make sure you regret it." But he replied with a righteous tone: "Don't be unreasonable, isn't all my hard work for us?" Watching him hurriedly leave, my heart completely sank. He wouldn't have imagined that leaving me alone at the scene of the proposal, while dealing with work, would be a total loss of face for me. I completely gave up on him, turned around to become a world-class designer, and embraced a young man with abs. He regretted it to the point of madness, but the woman who wholeheartedly loved him no longer belonged to him.