Shen Qianxun was Fu Shenhan’s stand-in for three years. In that time, she memorized all his habits: coffee without sugar, shirts ironed three times, and an umbrella ready in advance whenever it rained.
For three years, she never asked whether, when he looked at her, he saw her or the beauty mark beneath her eye, the same one his white moonlight had.
For three years, she filled three diaries with his likes and dislikes, his habits, and every word he had ever said to her.
In the third year, his white moonlight returned from abroad. Fu Shenhan placed a divorce agreement in front of her.
Shen Qianxun neither cried nor made a scene. She signed it, packed her bags, and left behind every gift he had ever given her, including the three diaries.
What she didn’t know was that after she left, Fu Shenhan opened them. The first page read: “He smiled at me today. Even though I know he wasn’t looking at me.”
He turned to the last page: “It’s been three years. I’ve learned all his habits, but I still haven’t learned how to stop loving him.”
He searched for her like a madman.
Five years later, on a talk show, the host asked emerging designer Shen Qianxun, “I hear you were once married?”
Shen Qianxun nodded with a smile. “Yes, but that marriage taught me the most important lesson of all: never be someone else’s shadow.”
For the first time, Fu Shenhan saw that the beauty mark beneath her eye was gone.
She had removed it.
Along with those three years, she had erased it all.
