Those Years When I Was a Stand-In

The neon clothes danced in the middle of the night, and blood dripped from Shen Xing's fingertips. The popular actress is using her face to hook the new top pick, and there are still seven days left in her life expectancy. "Every time the substitute is used, three inches of your life will be cut off." The system warned accompanied by severe pain that pierced the eardrums. She ran her blood-stained fingertips over the fragments of "The Jue of Colorful Clothes" sent by Xiao Yanqing. The cold music master who always played the piano late at night could actually see through the scars from her past life hidden under her costume. "Do you need to practice secret techniques to take off your clothes?" The man's jade flute was pressed against her half-untied belt, and the dark red birthmark was looming on her collarbone - he was the one who cut out her spiritual bones in the previous life. When the double and the real body go to the palace together, when the bloody family secrets are revealed in the play, who is the real god behind the scenes in this life-and-death gamble?