[Completed] That night, in the wedding room full of ambiguity and romantic atmosphere, she became a bold and hot woman. He tirelessly asked for it, making her feel that this is happiness. I remember someone once asked her, if a man spoiled you very much, can you give you happiness? She thought that this is love. But when she was obsessed, he called out someone else's name. Hey, it turned out that she was just a substitute. She smiled bitterly. That night, she had insomnia. Looking at the deeply loved him beside her, she cried... I loved him for so long, even surpassed herself, but in the end, he only regarded her as a substitute. Is this true? She doesn't know how long can she love him again and again? The introduction is incompetent, please read the main text.