When His Love Caught Fire, Mine Had Already Turned to Ash

Six years of devotion meant nothing to Zhou Hanzhi—I was invisible, a fool chasing shadows. When fate brought us face-to-face again, she smiled and whispered the truth I'd refused to see: "The one who isn't loved is always the outsider." He took her hand without hesitation, and my sincerity shattered into a cruel joke. So I let go. I slipped another man's ring on my finger. Only then did Zhou Hanzhi's eyes turn red with desperation: "Don't leave me." But when his love finally ignited, mine had already burned to nothing but ash.