Summary
On the first day of my marriage into a wealthy family, my husband told me, “You look a lot like her.”
I knew exactly who “she” was-his first love, his White Moonlight, who had gone abroad three years ago and had yet to return.
I smiled and replied, “Is that so? Then I’ll make sure to miss her on your behalf.”
After the wedding, I tracked down the White Moonlight’s contact information and became her best friend.
She told me that she didn’t like my husband at all; back then, it had all been unrequited on his part.
I took a screenshot and sent it to my husband: “Your White Moonlight says she doesn’t like you. Do you still miss her?”
He stared at his phone for a long time before looking up at me. “What about you? Do you like me?”
I laughed. “Me? I’m just your stand-in. A stand-in doesn’t talk about feelings-only money.”