When I was forced to marry Fu Sihan, he sneered: "A woman like you is only worthy of being a substitute."
Later, I left secretly and gave birth to his child in a foreign country.
Three years later, he found me, his eyes red: "Follow me home."
I protected the little boy behind me: "Mr. Fu, the child is not yours."
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The rain in the cemetery was bitingly cold.
Jiang Wan was dressed in black and stood three steps behind Fu Sihan, watching him carefully place a bouquet of white roses in front of the brand new tombstone.
The girl on the tombstone has a smile as bright as a flower, and she looks exactly like her.
"Are you satisfied now?" Fu Sihan turned around. The rain wet his black hair, sliding down his chiseled jawline, but his eyes were colder than the rain. "As you wish, Mrs. Fu."
He bit the last three words very hard and full of sarcasm.
Jiang Wan's fingers curled up in her wide sleeves, her face expressionless. "I didn't think she was going to die."
"It doesn't matter if you have thought about it or not." Fu Sihan approached and looked at her condescendingly, his eyes like knives tempered with ice, "Jiang Wan, remember your identity. The reason why you can stand here and marry into the Fu family is just because of your face." His fingertips almost touched her cheek, with an icy chill, "play your role well and keep your duty."
She lowered her eyelashes to cover the desolation under her eyes.
Duty?
Her duty is to live as another person's shadow and continue to carry a man's crazy thoughts after her death.
