"Where did you just go?" the woman asked him with a smile.
"Isn’t today Chinese Valentine’s Day? I went to buy you a gift. Do you like it?" the man said, bringing out a large bouquet of Red Roses from behind.
"I like it, thank you, Nuo." She accepted it, smiling so sweetly.
"As long as you like it."
...
For a mont, Jiang Nuo was confused. Wasn’t he the real Jiang Nuo?
If this man was, then who was he?
That woman, wasn’t she Mu Qiuniang?
Mu Qiuniang, wasn’t she his wife?
He wasn’t sure if it was his imagination, but he couldn’t see the man’s face clearly.
Perhaps because he stared too long, the man seed displeased, glaring at him fiercely.
Jiang Nuo gasped: Wait a minute, why did this man have a face identical to his?!
He felt a certain terror.
Then, he noticed that not only did this man embrace the woman he loved, even sticky rice balls, friends, and family all flocked to the man.
He began to tremble all over.
He felt as if sothing was being taken away from him.
Or rather, he was supposed to be Jiang Nuo, so why did he feel like he was being replaced?!
Hair standing on end.
Could it be that he really had been replaced?!
"Qiuniang..." He urgently shouted to the woman, "Wife, I’m here, that person isn’t , don’t go with him, I’m here..."
However, no matter how much he shouted, it seed no one could hear his voice; even his existence seed as invisible as air—no one could notice him.
Jiang Nuo refused to give up and continued shouting.
A voice whispered beside his ear: [Give up, just give up, they’ve already abandoned you. You’re unnecessary, no one can perceive your existence, give up!]
Just as the voice said, not a single person responded to him.
Family, friends, lovers, everything that belonged to him now belonged to that man.
[Give up, just give up, stop struggling. No matter how you struggle, it’s useless. They won’t perceive your existence anymore.]
Watching Mu Qiuniang’s smiling face, her blissful gaze toward that "husband," Jiang Nuo’s heart was filled with resentnt.
That was his, it should have been his.
His woman, his wife, the person he loved most.
"Qiuniang, I’m here, I’m right here..."
He scread until his voice cracked, his eyes grew moist.
He was here, right here. Why couldn’t she see him?
He was her real husband. How could she be with that imposter, that deceitful thief?
"Qiuniang... wife... don’t abandon ... You promised , in this life, you would have only as your husband."
Jiang Nuo chased after her, circling around Mu Qiuniang, shouting her na anxiously and painfully, pleading.
[It’s useless! She can’t hear you at all. In her eyes, that man is her husband. That man loves her deeply, more than you do...]
"No! I’m the one who loves her the most, no one could love her more than I do."
[Are you sure? That’s not how your actions appear. Look, she’s smiling so happily, yet you want to tell her she’s been deceived, that man is fake, she betrayed the man she loves most... Oh my god?! If Mu Qiuniang knows she betrayed you, how much pain will she endure? Do you really love her? If you truly love her, would you let her suffer so much?]
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