I was the prized canary Gu Minyan kept in the palm of his hand. Our contract was simple: I would be his mistress for three years, and he would make me an A-list star.
But when I made the mistake of falling for him, Gu Minyan looked at me with scorn. "Cheng Xiaoyi," he sneered, "take a good look in the mirror. Do you really think you're worthy of me? Don't forget your place."
So I buried my love and locked my heart away.
The moment our three years were up, I left him for good.
But this time, it was Gu Minyan who knelt before me, begging. "Yiyi," he pleaded, "can you please love me again?"
I calmly shook my head. "You're not worthy."
