On the wedding night, Shen Yan placed a cold marriage agreement in front of me.
"Three years, everyone gets what they need. Don't be tempted."
I know he married me just because the white moonlight between my eyebrows resembles his. I calmly signed and put the photo of Ji Wei back in the drawer of his study - that was where he hid his first love and I had no right to touch it.
In the past three years, I learned to pretend not to hear him when he shouted "Weiwei" when he was drunk. I learned to smile and nod when others said, "You look so much like Miss Ji." I learned to swallow all my grievances and live as a quiet and transparent substitute.
I thought I would live like this for three years and then leave with whatever dignity I had left.
Until the day Bai Yueguang returned to China, he went to the airport to pick her up in person.
I finally understand that some people will not come back if you wait. Some hearts will become warmer if you cover them.
The moment the divorce agreement was handed over, his signing hand paused for a long time.
"Wen Yining, don't regret it."
I didn't look back.
After leaving the Shen family, I found myself in the restoration room of the Forbidden City. A five-hundred-year-old painting, a restoration pen, and Wen Yining who is no longer someone's stand-in. What I restored was not only the cultural relics, but also the dignity that was crushed by that marriage.
But Shen Yan seemed to be a different person.
He brought my favorite snacks in the rain, said "I'm chasing you" in front of everyone at the gym, and sold the only house in his name to pay for my father's surgery.
He even remembered my great-grandfather's words - "It is better to take what is straight than to seek what is wrong", and engraved it on a pen as a gift to me.
"Wen Yining, I love you. Not because of whose Bai Yueguang you are, but because of who you are."
In the rainy alley of Suzhou, I held an umbrella and waited for him. He stood under the old locust tree, half of his shoulders were soaked, but his eyes were so bright.
At that moment, I suddenly thought - maybe, some love is worth trying again.
It is better to seek from the straight rather than from the crooked. This time, what I want is not the position of a substitute, but the only one for the rest of my life.
Purpose: "I would rather be my own light than the shadow of others."