The penalty fees were definitely not a small amount.
"Garrett, I truly love you. You… you said my lips are like hers, right? Even if you only see me as a substitute, as long as I can stay by your side, I'll be satisfied. Please, don't break up with me!" She pleaded desperately; she couldn't bear the thought of losing him.
But he casually released his grip and sank back onto the sofa. "Unfortunately, you don't even qualify to be a substitute anymore."
How could someone like her ever be a stand-in?
He had searched for that person's replacement time and time again, only to be disappointed each time.
Those women always had a part of them that reminded him of her, but when it came to actually spending time together, he could never find the same feelings he had with that little girl.
It was as if the harder he tried to grasp something, the more elusive it became.
