Seeing the record of him buying couple rings on my boyfriend’s phone, I was shocked and touched.

After seven years of dating, he was finally going to propose to me.

So I pretended not to know, quietly waiting for the surprise he had prepared for me.

I just never expected that this ring—

would end up on his first love’s finger at the class reunion.

Later, he put down all his pride and begged me to get back together.

But I don’t love you anymore, Ji Qiansong.

……

Today was my boyfriend Ji Qiansong’s college class reunion. Standing at the door of the private room, I suddenly felt a hint of timidity.

Because Ji Qiansong was really outstanding.

He won countless awards during college and started his own studio right after graduation.

As soon as we walked in, someone started teasing.

"Oh, isn’t this our campus heartthrob, Senior Ji?"

"And the campus belle Han is here too—are you planning to rekindle your old flame?"

The speaker’s eyes drifted to a woman sitting not far away.

The words "rekindle your old flame" rang in my ears like a bell—

what did he mean?

The woman smiled slightly and raised her hand to greet everyone.

Suddenly, the faint sparkle of the diamond on her finger caught my attention.

I couldn’t help but take another look, but that one glance made my blood run cold, as if I’d fallen into an ice cave—

the diamond ring on her hand was exactly the same as the one Ji Qiansong bought!

A few days ago, I’d seen the order for couple rings on his phone. My heart had been filled with joy, thinking he was secretly preparing to propose to me.

Overwhelming shock and sorrow almost swallowed me whole. I completely froze, my body trembling uncontrollably.

Soon, others noticed the ring on Han Jiana’s hand and started teasing her.

"Oh, who gave you that ring, Belle Han? Don’t tell us you’re already married!"

Han Jiana looked at the ring, then smiled shyly and looked down.

"No, no, it’s a gift from a friend."

"Oh, so he’ll be your boyfriend soon, right?"

Han Jiana didn’t respond. She just tucked her hair behind her ear, a shy smile on her face, as if silently agreeing to everything.

The noise around me felt like it was separated by a layer of gauze, muffled and indistinct. I turned stiffly, carefully observing Ji Qiansong’s reaction.

Amidst everyone’s laughter and Han Jiana’s silent acquiescence, the man’s brows gradually relaxed, and a faint smile even appeared in his eyes.

The emotions I’d been holding back erupted instantly. My hands trembled so much I could barely hold my chopsticks, and my breathing became rapid.

"I’m not feeling well. I want to leave first."

When he heard my words, the smile in Ji Qiansong’s eyes disappeared immediately, replaced by a subtle look of accusation.

Accusing me of ruining his reunion with his first love?

A wave of nausea surged up. I almost fled the room in embarrassment.

Ji Qiansong chased after me downstairs.

"What’s wrong? Do you want me to go with you?"

The man in front of me was still as dazzling as ever, but my heart was filled with sorrow.

"No, I’ll take a taxi back alone. You go back to dinner."

Without hesitation, Ji Qiansong nodded.

Seemingly realizing his rudeness, he paused for a few seconds and said gently, "Be careful on the way."

I could only force a smile in response.

"Go on, enjoy yourself."

He didn’t look at me again. He turned around and strode back to the hotel.

The late autumn night wind was piercingly cold, as if it had blown a big hole in my heart, leaving a sharp, stabbing pain.

When I got home, I opened Ji Qiansong’s chat window. There were no new messages—just pages and pages of my own ramblings.

Tears blurred my vision. I trembled as I typed, "Be safe when you come back," but the message sank like a stone.

I hugged myself and sat on the sofa all night. Ji Qiansong never came home.