After Being Treated as a Substitute, I Walked Away Without Looking Back

[Cold and obsessive x meek and depressed]

“Wan’an? You’re as gentle as your name.”

When they first met, the man murmured his name, his words soft as a drifting feather. There was a hint of admiration and interest in his gaze.

Qiao Wan’an lowered his eyes, his face turning faintly red.

Later, the man gently clasped his fingers and slid a ring onto his hand. His tender affection was impossible to hide. “An’an, I’ll treat you well for the rest of my life.”

If he hadn’t wandered into that study and seen the photograph of the boy who was supposed to have died many years ago, he might have kept dreaming that sweet dream for a long, long time.

Chu Yan said viciously, “Who do you think you are? You think you can compare to him?!”

Only then did Qiao Wan’an understand. Chu Yan’s heart belonged to his moonlight crush, and he was nothing but a dried-up mosquito stain on a crumbling wall, so dirty that Chu Yan couldn’t bear to look at him twice.

*

The breeze that night was so gentle. It was the last thing he saw before he left.

He clearly remembered that long, long ago, someone had said to him, “An’an, I owe you a wedding.”

*

At that long-delayed wedding, Chu Yan held Qiao Wan’an’s ice-cold body, his expression caught between joy and sorrow.

He said, “An’an, we’re finally married.”