He left her with those cryptic words, and then he was gone. No yelling, no outburst—not even a single question. What did he mean, her ‘best choice’? The door slammed shut. Outside, another volley of fireworks shot into the sky. Su Qingyu watched them burst and fade, a brilliant, fleeting spectacle so much like her own barren life: a momentary blaze of glory followed by endless, desolate darkness.