The tiramisu she made was the taste he remembered.
The pear dimple on the right side of her face is in the same position as the woman in the photo.
Even the small mole on the edge of her hairline looked exactly like that person.
Fang Yuqing thought this was a sweet favor falling from the sky. The CEO of the group orders fifty desserts every week, delivers umbrellas on rainy days, and sends messages in the early hours of the morning. His eyes are so gentle that it makes one's heart palpitate. She thought she had finally found the right person. She didn't know until the dark blue birthday cake was cut open and the woman's smiling face in the silver-framed photo album was exactly the same as hers.
From beginning to end, she was just a stand-in.
But he has broken into her life. From placing orders three times a week, to knocking on the door of the dessert shop late at night; from the message of "slow down on the road" to the temptation of "can I hug you?" He put Hengyuan's resignation into the deepest part of the drawer, tore up the Shen family's engagement contract, and threw away everything the Wen family had given him. He said: "Fang Yuqing, you are not a substitute. You are the only one."
Fang Yuqing believed it.
She believed that he could come out, that time could heal everything, that their future would slowly expand like dough in the oven. Until the early morning of the spring equinox, she woke up and found that there was no one around her. The quilt is folded squarely. The ring was left on the bedside.
A note, five words: "Fang Yuqing, I'm sorry."
Sweet to the point of trembling, cruel to the point of suffocation. This is not a story about healing, it is a story about "how many times does a person have to fall before he learns to stand up". When depression meets love, when the wounds that have not healed for ten years are reopened, when the tide of fate floods the head again.
This time, will anyone be standing on the shore waiting for him?
