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The appearance of Qiao Yan was, for me, like an unexpected turn of events. I didn't know who he was or why he did what he did. All I knew was that he had taken me away from Ning Jing and given me freedom. Yet, there was no joy in my heart; instead, I was filled with confusion and panic. I couldn't understand why Ning Jing had so easily let go of my hand. Did he really… never love me?
Once this thought took root, it grew wildly like a weed, leaving me restless and at a loss. Perhaps… I really should consider my future as Qiao Yan suggested. In the following days, I deliberately avoided Ning Jing. Even at home, we barely interacted. Ning Jing seemed to sense something but didn’t ask further. His mind appeared to be elsewhere.
One day, while tidying up my room at home, I stumbled upon some of Ning Jing's old belongings. These items were scattered in an old box that looked like it had seen better days. Curiously, I opened the box and found a silver necklace, a worn notebook, and a picture frame inside.
I picked up the frame and examined it closely. It contained an old photograph that had yellowed with age. In the photo were a young man and a young woman together. The man's features bore some resemblance to Ning Jing; it must have been him in his youth. And beside him was the woman…
As I looked at the woman in the photograph, I felt a moment of daze. She was strikingly beautiful, with fair skin and slightly curled long hair that exuded an exceptional charm. She wore a fitted red dress, her smile radiant and her expression proud, giving off an air of superiority.
For some reason, upon seeing this woman for the first time, an unusual feeling rose within me. Instinctively, I picked up a nearby mirror to compare myself with the woman in the photo.
Then I realized...
That she and I actually had some similarities.
This discovery stirred a wave of inexplicable sorrow in my heart.
Holding the photo, I bit my lip and mustered the courage to walk up to Ning Jing.
“Ning Jing...”
I called his name softly.
Ning Jing looked up, and upon seeing the photo in my hand, his eyes flickered slightly.
“You...”
He paused and said quietly, “You found this photo?”
I remained silent for a few seconds before softly asking, “Who is she?”
Ning Jing looked at me but did not answer.
“It’s me.”
I whispered, “She is your first love, right?”
Ning Jing lowered his eyes and murmured an “Mm.”
My heart sank little by little.
I forced a smile and asked, “Do I... look a lot like her?”
“No.”
Ning Jing shook his head and said, “You just bear a slight resemblance.”
I stared blankly at Ning Jing, my mind in turmoil.
“So, is that why you married me back then?”
“Because I resemble your first love?”
“So in your eyes, I’m just a substitute for her, right?”
I gritted my teeth, trying hard not to let the tears fall.
Ning Jing was silent for a few seconds before quietly saying, “Yes.”
“You can never replace her.”
Ning Jing's voice was cold and merciless.
He ruthlessly tore apart my self-esteem and pride, pushing me into the abyss. I could no longer hold back; tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.
"Then why did you marry me!" I shouted hysterically. "If you love her so much, why not be with her? Why come to provoke me!"
"..." Ning Jing remained silent. He looked at me in silence, his gaze deep and his expression complex. After a long pause, he said softly, "Song Yao, this is fate."
Fate... Upon hearing that word, I couldn't help but let out a cold laugh. "The fate you speak of is just a way for you to hurt me over and over again, right?"
"Ning Jing, how can you be so cruel!"
"Do you know how much I love you..." I cried, trembling all over, nearly breaking down. Yet Ning Jing remained silent. He offered no comfort or explanation; he simply stared at me without moving.
From that moment on, Ning Jing's attitude towards me grew even colder. He no longer came home and showed no concern for my affairs. We had completely become strangers.
Until one day, I happened to see Ning Jing standing by the window, his fingers unintentionally brushing over an old photograph. I noticed the fleeting look in his eyes as he gazed at the picture. In that moment, I understood.
In Ning Jing's heart, there had always been another woman. And I was merely a passerby and substitute in his life.
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