Song Zhiyi stood in front of Lu Chuan, and Lu Chuan hugged Bai Yueguang's waist: "You are just her shadow."
After five years of working as a stand-in, she only gained one sentence: "Fake things can never become real." When she left Lu Chuan's villa and disappeared into the rainy night, she was shocked to realize that she was just Bai Yueguang's temporary comfort before returning home.
Three years later, there was a man in a suit and leather suit next to Song Zhiyi. He grabbed her waist and pressed it against the corner, murmuring hoarsely from his throat: "Song Zhiyi... Don't think that he... Loves me."
The man held her in his arms, and his knuckled fingers brushed the corners of her red eyes: "Song Zhiyi... You are not anyone's substitute, you are you, the unique Song Zhiyi."
"Zhiyi, I hope one day I can love you the other way around."
