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After the Cold Breakup, I Became His White Moonlight
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The sun was blazing, making people feel lethargic.
Wang Yi held up an umbrella with one hand while carrying my bag with the other, closely following my side.
He was the star player of the school basketball team, notorious for being a playboy who changed girlfriends faster than he changed clothes.
But ever since we started dating, he seemed like a different person, always attentive and considerate.
My friends said I was incredibly lucky, joking that I must have cast some spell on Wang Yi to make him so devoted.
Even the staff at the dress shop were envious, whispering about how good Wang Yi was to me behind my back.
But I knew better; I could only swallow my bitterness and pretended to be nonchalant as I stepped into the fitting room.
Wang Yi had booked ten dresses for me in one go, insisting on checking each one personally, showing more dedication than he did when playing basketball.
He even pulled the staff aside to ask questions, wondering if the neckline was too low or if the hem was too long. He seemed ready to scrutinize every detail with a magnifying glass, afraid I might feel even the slightest discomfort. He wanted to dress me up as the most dazzling star in the world.
Yet here I was, feeling like a wooden puppet, allowing him to dictate everything while my heart felt heavy and devoid of joy.
As I tried on one dress after another, my frustration grew. Meanwhile, Wang Yi was getting more excited, showering me with compliments and chatting animatedly with the staff about which outfit suited me best.
"The bright red mermaid dress really complements your skin, making it look fair and rosy, just like a princess from a fairy tale."
"I think this blue one is also nice; it's elegant and dignified, highlighting your exceptional temperament."
The shop assistants chimed in, each taking turns to praise how attentive Wang Yi was towards me.
I glanced up at Wang Yi, his gentle gaze almost made me believe it was all true.
But just then, another name, another image pierced my heart like a sharp knife—"Baby."
He had once looked at the screen with that same tender gaze and called her "Baby."
My heart felt like it had been pierced through a sieve.
What expression would he have if he knew I had discovered his secrets?
Wang Yi was outside, chatting animatedly with the shop assistants about which dress suited me best. I looked at the mirror in the fitting room, my thoughts drifting back to two years ago.
Back then, Wang Yi was disheveled, spending his days drinking, staying up late, and playing video games—a complete waste of space.
I told him I didn't like drinking, and he quit alcohol, cleaned himself up, even joined the Student Council.
He fought fiercely with the boys who pursued me, cut ties with his rowdy friends, and devoted himself entirely to the Student Council, all to elevate his status in school.
Seeing these changes in him, I thought this was the power of love.
His parents treated me exceptionally well, showering me with gifts during holidays—phones, cameras, massage devices, and eye care instruments were constantly being pushed into my hands.
Wang Yi's sweet talk never ceased; phrases like "for a lifetime," "I will marry no one but you," and "you are my only one" now make me feel nauseous when I think back on them.
For two whole years, I lived like a fool in his gentle embrace, convinced that I had struck gold.
I suppressed the anger boiling inside me and pushed open the fitting room door.
Wang Yi smiled at me, his gaze so tender it felt like it could draw water.
"How do you like them? Which one do you prefer?" he asked softly, as if nothing had happened.
"They're all quite nice," I replied flatly. Just thinking about his chats with Zhang Nana made me want to throw up. "Baby," "I miss you"—the memories made my stomach churn.
"I was just using her to create a romantic persona; otherwise, how could I be the Student Council President?"
"I've found it boring for a long time; I've just been dragging it out. Being with you is the happiest I've ever been." Each word pierced my heart.
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