"Get a divorce, she's back." The man's slender hand handed over a divorce agreement.
Song Wanqing signed the divorce agreement heartbroken, and finally asked without giving up: "Am I really just a substitute?"
The man's abstinent Adam's apple rolled, and then he faintly uttered one word: "Yes."
Song Wanqing left, taking everything with her.
Many years later, a man was invited to a wedding. The bride turned out to be his ex-wife, and the groom turned out to be exactly the same as him.
On that day, the man blocked the bride in a wedding dress in the dressing room and asked in a hoarse voice: "So, I am the substitute, right?"
Song Wanqing's eyebrows were cold and she said one word lightly: "Yes."
The door of the compartment was forcefully opened. A man who looked similar to himself was wearing an expensive suit. He had a strong aura and cold eyebrows: "What, you want to steal the bride? I'm not dead yet."
