I was raised by my grandmother.

My parents died in a car accident when I was six years old, and I was the only one who survived.

My grandmother is an old lady from the countryside.

Upon hearing of the incident, she ran from the countryside to the city and raised me with her savings and the money she earned from picking up scraps.

I met Jiang Yan in the year I just started university.

On that day of the new student registration, I liked him at first sight.

I ran up to him with bright eyes and grinned:

"Can I help you carry your luggage?"

He glanced at me with disgust in his eyes: "You look ugly when you smile."

I immediately hid my smile: "Oh, can I help you carry your luggage?"

He rudely threw his luggage onto my shoulder: "Building 17, Room 302."

That day, I happily carried his 80-pound luggage.

My shoulders were pressed down, leaving red marks.

But at that time, my heart was burning.

Perhaps it was my persistence that moved Jiang Yan, and he started treating me differently.

Even his speech became much gentler.

Finally, after failing a physical education exam, I squatted in a corner crying in sorrow.

A tissue was handed to me:

"Hey, wipe your tears--"

This was the first time Jiang Yan showed concern for me.

I gradually entered his world.

Once I watched a movie with Jiang Yan, and I was so moved by the tragic plot that I cried.

And Jiang Yan wiped away my tears with his fingers, looking at me affectionately:

"Suyun, be my girlfriend, okay?"

Tears fell from my eyes, but the corners of my mouth curved up: "Okay, okay!"

He frowned and compared my mouth to an O shape with his hand: "Silly."

"I will treat you well."

Jiang Yan indeed treated me well.

He would give me expensive diamond necklaces, various beautiful dresses, take me for drives on the highway, and go diving in the deep sea.

He did all the insanely romantic things I could imagine.

However, Jiang Yan seemed to particularly enjoy making me cry.

The sadder I cried, the happier he seemed.

Looking at me with bloodshot eyes, he would lovingly lift my lips and gently kiss them:

"Yunyun, you're so beautiful."

I blinked my eyelashes and asked him: "Am I also beautiful when I cry?"

He curved his lips and looked at me affectionately.

As if he was looking at someone else.

"When you cry, you look the most beautiful."

In order to make me cry, Jiang Yan would pretend to forget my birthday and intentionally not give me gifts.

When my birthday was over, I teared up in grievance.

But he playfully held a rose and gave it to me: "Suyun, happy birthday!"

"How could I forget your birthday? I was just teasing you!"

When we agreed to go to a concert together, Jiang Yan would purposely be late.

By the time the concert started, I anxiously burst into tears, and he would casually come late:

"Crybaby, I'm here, alright?"

...

To please Jiang Yan.

I developed the skill of crying on demand.

I cried beautifully, with tears streaming down my face, looking pitiful and lovely.

Until one day, I found a photo under Jiang Yan's pillow.

The girl in the photo was full of youth and extremely beautiful.

She tied her hair up in a high ponytail, wearing a blue-and-white school uniform, sitting helplessly on the playground while clutching her foot.

It seemed... she twisted her ankle.

Tears filled the girl's fair face.

She cried so beautifully, so pure, so adorable.

She cried and... she somewhat resembled me.

So that's it.

Jiang Yan liked seeing me cry.

Because when I cried, I looked like her.

I felt suffocated.

I, Suyun, no longer want to cry.

I calmly put the photo back where it belonged, walked out of the bedroom, and smiled at Jiang Yan.

"Jiang Yan, do you love me?"

He stared at me, showing some displeasure on his face, but he still said: "I do."

"Yunyun, I love you."

I smiled again and asked, "Then will you marry me? Can we be together forever?"

His eyes became sharp, and his tone turned cold:

"Suyun, it's too early to talk about these things now!"

I couldn't accept it.

So, I planned this proposal.

I proposed to him with the most brilliant and radiant smile of my life.

My face froze from smiling.

But in the end, the outcome did not go as I had hoped.

Indeed, I was just a substitute.

Jiang Yan, he only loved the weeping Su Yun.

What he loved was never the smiling and joyous Su Yun.