Marrying Without My Eight-Year Boyfriend Knowing novel Chapter 32

It turns out all of this was just because of his deceased first love.

He had simply placed the love he had for her onto me.

I turned off the lights in the room and weakly leaned against the door.

I reflected on the little moments from the past year we had spent together.

Tears began to flow uncontrollably.

A voice inside me said:

"Break up, you're just a substitute.

Should I really be comparing myself to someone who’s dead?

Can’t I just pretend it never happened?

Should I give up this huge villa and go back to a bare apartment?

Should I give up the rich second-generation boyfriend and go back to the small town for arranged blind dates?