At the Mid-Autumn lantern festival, Gu Wenyuan fell in love with his cousin at first sight.
The next day, he brought betrothal gifts to her home to ask for her hand, only to learn that she was already engaged.
Unable to bear the sight of him heartbroken, his cousin pointed at me and said, “Your devotion is truly moving, young master. I can’t marry you, but I do have a younger sister.”
Gu Wenyuan stared at me for a long time before finally agreeing.
The matchmaker changed the name on the betrothal papers to mine on the spot.
But after we married, Gu Wenyuan was cold toward me. He thought I was neither as gentle nor as beautiful as my cousin, and he disliked my lively, overly cheerful nature.
The only time he showed me any tenderness was in bed.
I thought he loved me too.
Until one time, when he got drunk, tenderly traced my features with his fingers, and murmured,
“You’re only like her in this one way.”
So that was it.
When I opened my eyes again, my elder cousin was smiling at me. “Zhizhi, how about marrying Young Master Gu?”
I took a step back. “Actually, I already have a childhood betrothal. I can’t marry him.”
