He spent seven years carving her into a perfect replica of another woman. Every arc of the smile, every rise and fall of the tone of voice, and even a slight scar at the corner of the eye were all the marks he carved on her body with his own hands against the white moonlight in his heart.
She was his carefully kept substitute, his comfort when he missed her madly, and the canary in his hand that he couldn't escape from. Until the real white moonlight returned, he handed over the divorce agreement without hesitation, completely erasing all traces of her existence.
She signed quietly and left quietly, as if accepting her fate. But on the way to new life, he rushed off the cliff decisively.
When the bad news came, he was pouring wine for his lost love and laughed at her usual methods to gain attention. Until the blood-stained relic arrived in front of her - an old photo of him when he was young, with the answer she had already written on the back:
[I spent seven years imitating her, but spent my whole life loving your sincerity when you were young. It turns out that what I loved was never you, but the you who loved her.
When the truth suddenly came, carrying the belated pain of destruction, he was shocked to realize that he had used the cruelest way to forever lose the only person who loved him instead of the phantom.
——It turns out that in this game of substitutes, he is the most tragic fake.
Intention: Love is not about controlling and shaping, nor is it about losing oneself. Blindly chasing phantoms will eventually miss the true heart and lead to irreparable tragedy.