When he pursued her, he said he liked her natural look, liked her not wearing makeup, not dressing up, not wasting money. He said such a girl is suitable for marriage.

She believed him. She hadn’t bought a single lipstick in three years, hadn’t permed her hair once, squeezed into a rented room with him, handed over her entire salary, and took on all the housework.
The first time she went home with him for the New Year, his mother held her hand and said, “Our son is lucky to have found you in his past life.”
She was so touched she almost cried, feeling that all the hardships of these three years were worth it.
Later, he was promoted at work, and began to dislike that she didn’t know how to dress, disliked that she didn’t know how to socialize, disliked that she was embarrassing to take out.
On the day they broke up, he said something that she still remembers: “Look at yourself now, which man would want you?”
She didn’t cry. After she moved out, she spent three months’ salary on a full set of makeup, signed up for yoga classes, and got her hair permed.
Standing in front of the mirror in a new dress, she realized she could look so good.
It’s not that she didn’t know how to be beautiful; she just gave all her beauty budget to him.
Last month, he saw her at the mall and almost didn’t recognize her.
She was arm-in-arm with a man, with a smile he’d never seen before on her face.
The man lowered his head and said something to her, and she burst out laughing, then looked up and saw him.
Her smile was gone; she just looked at him calmly, then turned her head and continued talking to the person beside her.
He stood there, watching her back walk away into the distance.
That night, he sent her a message, saying she had changed.
She replied with just one sentence: “I haven’t changed at all, I just gave back to myself the three years I gave to you.”