Ignition

For six years, I loved Zhou Hanzhi with everything I had—but to him, I was invisible. When fate brings us together again, another woman stands at his side, smiling as she whispers: "The unloved one is always the third party." He takes her hand without hesitation. That's when it hits me: my devotion was nothing but a punchline. Only after I let go, after I slip on someone else's wedding ring, does he finally see me. Red-eyed and desperate, he begs: "Don't go, please." But my love has already burned to ashes. Now he's the one left standing in the flames.