After the failure of my last relationship, I tortured myself till I was bruised and bruised.
It was Song Huai who begged me with red eyes, saying that he was willing to be the substitute.
His feelings for me are even more delicate than the last one.
He remembers the day of my menstrual period better than anyone else, and the temperature at which I am most accustomed to drinking warm water.
Later, I just fell ill and had a fever and lost contact. He canceled the academic exchange summit that he had been preparing for for three years, flew back overnight, and stayed by my bedside.
I laughed at him for being addicted to being a substitute.
He hugged me and refused to let go:
"But Ayan, you are the person I finally had the opportunity to love."
"You can't let anything happen again..."
Gradually, I also admitted that I was attracted to him.
On our third anniversary together, I plan to put marriage on the agenda.
Song Huai was also at the wedding company I didn't want to go to secretly.
My heart beats faster.
Just as I was about to lift my feet, a woman holding the hem of her wedding dress passed me by and threw herself into his arms.
Song Huai did not push away and placed a kiss on the woman's forehead.
His expression was as gentle as when he kissed me in the past.
I froze in the corner.
Until the wedding consultant asked them to take photos.
Song Huai changed into his own suit - I bought it for him before.
My eyes were red and I couldn't help shouting:
"Song Huai!"
His hand on the woman's waist suddenly froze.
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Intention: The only person who can redeem yourself is yourself
