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Pretend?" Xenon asked.

"Right. Don't worry. I know what's real and what's not, and I know not to fall in love. It's all just a show as it's intended to be from the very beginning, right?" Miya said casually. "I know when she comes back, I will be gone."

Xenon knitted his brows harder and questioned, "Do you think about leaving all the time?

Well. Do you expect me to share my husband with other women? You won't love me anyway. I'm just a replacement."

Xenon wanted to say something, but he hesitated a bit and went quiet. He knew that it was true that if Sol did come back, he would surely ask Miya to leave. His silence confirmed what Miya said, and she smiled a helpless smile

Xenon picked up the peach with a grumpy face and threw it into the bin. "Carve a different one. Something nice." He said and changed the subject.

Miya got an apple from the plate and started peeling it. She found it difficult to concentrate as the thought that she was merely a replacement haunted her mind. "Ouch.