On the day Gu Chengzhou married me, Bai Yueguang cut his wrists at the wedding ceremony.
He pinched my chin and said, "You are just her painkiller."
After three years of marriage, he asked me to dress like her every night.
It wasn't until Bai Yueguang returned to China that he handed me the divorce agreement: "Her finger was scratched and she can't see your face."
I hid the pregnancy test form and moved out of Gu's house.
Later, he searched the whole city and stopped me at the auction house:
"Come home with me, and I'll show you my heart."
I caressed my slightly swollen belly and chuckled:
"Mr. Gu, substitutes also have a shelf life."
