The Substitute's Secret
Language: en
Seven years after breaking up with my first love, I became the sugar mommy of a male college student who looked like him. Everyone around me said he was just a substitute, but he smiled slightly and never refuted. As time went by, I felt living like this wasn't bad, so I warned my friends: "Don't say he is anyone's substitute, I'm going to marry him." Just that one sentence made my first love on the other side of the ocean fly back overnight. Even though he had been separated from me for several years and had never come back to find me.