In my previous life, I was Shen Chidu's stand-in lover for three years.
He was the second young master of the Shen family, cool and noble, with his beloved white moonlight in his heart. I was so lowly I might as well have been dust. I learned to laugh like him, wore the white shirts he loved, and even listened as he drunkenly called out someone else's name in my ear.
I thought he would at least feel a little sorry for me.
Until the day his white moonlight returned from abroad. He handed me a check, his tone as indifferent as if he were dismissing a nuisance. “You can go now.”
I smiled, turned, and walked out the door, only to be sent flying by a runaway truck.
In the last second before I died, I saw him rushing toward me like a madman, eyes bloodshot as he shouted my name.
Too bad. I didn't want to hear it anymore.
When I opened my eyes again, I was nineteen.
This time, I swore to stay far away from him. I dodged him, avoided him, and locked every memory of him away in an urn.
But he clung to me like a mad dog.
He cornered me in class, waited for me outside the school gate, and stood in the rain beneath my apartment building, holding an umbrella and soaked through, his eyes red as he said, “This time, let me be the one to pursue you. Will you?”
I watched his sorry state with cold eyes, feeling nothing.
Because I knew he had never loved me. He just owed the me from my previous life a life in return.
What he didn't know was that the me in this life was no longer waiting for him to look back.
And what I never expected was that my aloof, abstinent top student roommate was pinning my childhood friend onto the dorm bed, his voice hoarse as he said each word:
“Bro, you've been avoiding me for six years. How much longer do you plan to keep running?”
My childhood friend turned his head away, his eyes bloodshot, but his voice was as cold as a blade. “Stop calling me that. We'll never be together in this life.”
Theme: Love isn't being a stand-in or making yourself small. It's choosing each other.
