"You're back?" The room was dark, and I sat on the sofa, asking lightly.

The joints of my fingers holding the phone were slightly aching from the force.

I tried to ask the question I wanted to ask in a calm tone.

At least, until I was sure of the truth, I didn't want to act like a shrew.

However, Qin Shi just responded with a grunt and went into the bathroom.

The sound of rushing water came from inside.

For the first time, I picked up Qin Shi's phone.

I opened WeChat, and that moment from the circle of friends was still there, just set to be invisible to me.

Below that moment were comments from Qin Shi's friends:

"Damn, Su Yue is back?"

"Is this sister-in-law invisible?"

"No way, Qin Shi, it's been 9 years, and you still haven't forgotten her?"

Under this comment, Qin Shi replied with just one word: "Hmm."

This "hmm" felt like a thousand-pound weight dropping from the sky, smashing my heart to pieces.

I suddenly felt so foolish, so foolish.

At thirty years old, living openly and honestly, I was being played as someone else's substitute by my partner.

Wasn't that foolish enough?

Was there no sign to tell me the truth?

When I habitually put my hair down, why didn't I pay attention to the furrowed brow of my boyfriend?

He said, "You should tie it up, it looks better that way."

When I always liked to wear black and gray clothes, didn't he suggest that I wear red?

"Weiwei, your personality is already quite cold, wearing black and gray makes you even colder, red will make you appear more passionate."

I'm not the type to seek approval, but when it comes to my lover, I always try to be as accommodating as possible.

So, I gradually got used to tying up my hair, and there were more red clothes in the wardrobe.

I didn't think I was wrong to make my partner happy.

Because when I liked men in suits, Qin Shi, who didn't take off the suit that had bound him all day, would pat his thigh and say, "Weiwei, come sit here."

That kind of restrained feeling often fascinated me to the point where I couldn't get out of bed in the morning.

But now, thinking back, these situations all happened when I wore a red long dress and tied up my hair.

I used to think it was Qin Shi's aesthetic preference.

Now I know, it was his persistence for a woman for 9 years.

That person's name was Su Yue.

Looking at the woman in the photo with her hair tied up like mine, wearing the same red dress, I never dreamed that one day I would become a substitute in a moonlighting literature drama.

My heart hurts so much.

As I leaned on my chest, there was a "thud," the door opened, and Qin Shi walked out.