At our wedding, Duan Yingze’s first love showed up in a bridal gown to steal the groom.
“Duan Yingze, if you still love me, come with me.”
Without a moment’s hesitation, he took her hand.
He left me alone to face the pity and ridicule of every guest in the room.
Everyone thought I would be devastated, that the pain would destroy me.
What they did not know was this: The one I had never stopped loving had come back too.
Duan Yingze was nothing but a poor substitute.
I no longer cared about him at all.