I thought that three years as your replacement wouldn't win your heart, but at least it would earn me a dignified breakup.
But the moment I said, “Let's end this,” your eyes reddened, and you asked quietly, “Did your acting ever make me fall for you?”
I thought I was just a shadow in your heart. Only after I left for good did you start closing in on me at every turn, saying, “Don't go. Even if you're not her, I only want you.”
Your white moonlight is back, and I'm done pretending.
From now on, I'm Shen Yanyan. I'm no one's replacement, and I'm not your emotional punching bag.
But you went mad, cornered me against the wall, and begged in a low voice:
“Yanyan, can we start over?”
