I was in love with He Jing'an for five years. He defied his family's objections and chose to be with me, and for a long time, I believed I was the only one for him.
Until his twenty-eighth birthday, when he appeared in public hand in hand with a woman who looked a little like me and announced their wedding date.
That's when I learned that, from beginning to end, I had only ever been that woman's decoy.
Awakening from my dream, I chose to let go.
But he refused to accept it. He stumbled into my wedding, his voice hoarse as he pleaded, "Qiao Qiao, could you give me one more chance?"
