Lin Mumu always knew clearly that Ji Yanting loved Bai Yueguang, who died early, and that she was just Bai Yueguang's substitute.
She ran away, he chased.
And later.
She stood precariously in the ruins.
"Ji Yanting, what am I to you?"
"It was a substitute." He answered casually, "But not anymore."
He listened to the slander and thought it was Lin Mumu who killed her Bai Yueguang. Little did he know that the bloody woman standing in front of him was the person he fantasized about day and night, but her face had been changed by someone with ulterior motives.
"You will spend the rest of your life in a mental hospital living a life of sin."
Later, the man who was always aloof and untainted by the world knelt in front of the door, as humble as mud, "Mrs. Shen, how can I make up for it, so that you are willing to look back at me."
