Three years ago, Fu Shenhan picked me up and said, "You look like her, so you can live here from now on."
I was willing to be a stand-in for three years.
When he called her name when he was drunk, I answered; when he waited for her call on his birthday, I waited for her; when he left me alone for Bai Yueguang, I endured it.
I told myself, it doesn't matter, it's just a substitute, not worthy of a name.
But he doesn't know that I also have a heart and it hurts.
The night he left, I cooked a table of dishes and bought cakes, wanting to tell him that I was pregnant.
But he went to the hospital without looking back to accompany "Bai Yueguang" who had just returned to China.
I looked at the cold dishes on the table and smiled.
Fu Shenhan, this time, I won't accompany you.
