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I couldn't help but turn back to look at Gu Zhiming and Lu Wan.
Their fingers were intertwined.
He leaned against the headboard, while she rested her head on his shoulder.
I turned away, not wanting to see anymore.
"Gu Zhiming, would you treat her like this too?"
"Would you comfort her when she can't sleep?"
"Gu Zhiming, did you ever love me?"
"Or was your kindness towards me just a way to get back at Chen Yiyue?"
Gu Zhiming seemed a bit impatient: "Lu Wan, you are not like Xiaoyue. Stop comparing yourself to her all the time."
Lu Wan suddenly became agitated: "Is it me who is different, or is it you who has changed?"
"A-Ming, you once said you would always call me Wan'er."
"But now, you call me by my full name."
"I know you're angry with me, but you can't marry Chen Yiyue just to get back at me!"
Gu Zhiming suddenly exploded: "Lu Wan, you were the one who left me first!"
In that instant, everything became clear to me.
My love is a tool for Gu Zhiming to take revenge on Lu Wan.
He never loved me.
He chose me simply because I am a substitute for Lu Wan.
"Gu Zhiming, why did you choose me?"
"Why are you treating me like this?"
I cried out loud, questioning him.
But no one heard.
My weeping, my shouting, went unheard.
Lu Wan spoke in despair: "A-Ming, let's get back together."
"Break up with her, okay?"
I no longer expected Gu Zhiming to stand by my side.
But Gu Zhiming's voice still broke me.
He said, sure.
I cannot leave this place.
I can only watch them love each other.
It turns out Gu Zhiming can cook.
In my impression, Gu Zhiming couldn't cook at all.
Unless I called him for help, he would never lend a hand.
Lu Wan is in the kitchen.
Gu Zhiming walks over and gently holds her hand.
"Don't do that; your hands are meant for painting."
I instinctively pulled my hands into my sleeves.
After years of doing housework, my hands are rough and dark.
How can they compare to Lu Wan's?
Her hands are fair and delicate, like pieces of art.
Gu Zhiming picks up a mango.
As if he thought of something, he suddenly pauses.
Lu Wan asks him what's wrong.
He shakes his head and says it's nothing.
They continued to be affectionate.
Suddenly, I remembered something.
I am allergic to mangoes.
Once, Gu Zhiming bought a large bag of mangoes. I wanted to eat them but didn't dare to.
Gu Zhiming peeled one for me and held it up to my mouth.
I carefully took a bite.
"Gu Zhiming, I want to eat mango mousse."
Gu Zhiming smiled and pinched my cheek.
"You want to make mousse just for a mango? You're really troublesome."
He complained but still made it for me.
The mango mousse was very sweet.
My lips and teeth had never tasted anything so sweet since then.
The next day, I broke out in hives all over my body.
Gu Zhiming was very angry and yelled at me.
"Chen Yiyue, you know you're allergic to mangoes, yet you insisted on eating them. Are you trying to kill yourself?"
I have never seen him so angry before.
I thought he was worried about me, reluctant to see me sick.
"Didn't I make you mango mousse? I have already minimized the mango flavor, how could you still be allergic?"
He seemed to remember something and suddenly asked me, "How many bites of mango did you have yesterday?"
I held up a number with my fingers.
Gu Zhiming's expression was complicated: "You will never eat mango again."
I didn't understand.
He said, "You are allergic."
Later, I found out.
Gu Zhiming really liked mangoes.
During the years we were together, he didn't eat a single bite of mango.
Clearly, before he met me, he loved eating mangoes.
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