The Substitute Becomes a Mourner, the New Love Returns

I served as Huo Chenyu's substitute for five years, keeping to myself and imitating the white moonlight in his heart. Everyone said that I couldn't even compare to a hair on her head. I loved it so much that I thought I could melt the ice in his heart with my tenderness. Until that day, his real Bai Yueguang returned to China. I heard him say with my own ears: "Her? It's just a shadow. When you get tired of playing with it, you will throw it away." At that moment, the heartbeat of the child in my belly seemed to have stopped. I didn't cry, I just calmly made an appointment for surgery to destroy all traces of him and disappear. Later, Huo Chenyu came to me like crazy, kneeling in the rain and begging me to turn back. I held Xinhuan's hand and smiled at him: "Mr. Huo, whose substitute are you?"