The silk threads that entwined around them had always been so fragile and incapable of bearing the strain.
Just like their relationship, he was the only one desperately holding on. Once he let go, everything came to an end...
It ended...
From school uniforms to wedding gowns, eight years of youth had been nothing more than a joke to her.
Gong Beiyao calmly picked up a lighter, ignited it, and the flame burned in his eyes.
As if he could still feel its heat.
But his eyes had already cooled to the bottom of the valley.
He indifferently tossed the lit lighter onto the wedding gown!
The moment the lighter touched the wedding gown, the tiny flame turned into a roaring blaze.
The pristine wedding gown burned in the flames, and the red silk threads wrapped around it were soon reduced to ashes.
Smoke filled the air.
Everyone was too scared to breathe.
Everyone felt a pang of loss as the priceless, one-of-a-kind wedding gown was destroyed.
