It took Xu Qingqing seven years to carve the words "Chu Sinan" into her bones and into her entire life.
Everyone knows that there is an indelible white moonlight in Chu Sinan's heart, and she is just a poor fake with similar facial features.
She carefully acted as an obedient substitute, and even the name of her daughter Chu Nian was a metaphor for her humble obsession.
On the day Bai Yueguang returned, Chu Simonan kicked her and her daughter who had a high fever out of the villa overnight. She knelt in the heavy rain and begged him to save the child, but she only received a cold look from him embracing his new love: "It's just a trouble."
In the corridor of the hospital, the notice of leukemia diagnosis was cold and biting. She dialed his phone tremblingly, but what she heard was the woman's coquettish voice and his lazy response: "Don't bother me again."
At that moment, Xu Qingqing was completely heartbroken. She tore up the medical certificate, signed "give up treatment" on the death notice, turned around and disappeared with her daughter in her arms.
Later, at the International Jewelry Exhibition, the new talented designer "Xu Yan" became a blockbuster, and beside her stood the dignified and affectionate president of a multinational group.
Chu Simonan burst into the backstage with red eyes and held her wrist tightly: "Qingqing, I miss you so much. Can you come back?"
She gently withdrew her hand and smiled as distantly as if she were talking to a stranger: "Mr. Chu, you have recognized the wrong person. My stable life has nothing to do with you anymore."
Only now did he know that the woman who once regarded him as the whole world, along with the continuation of his life, had long been buried by his own hands on that rainy night.
