I am a fake carefully reproduced by Gu Chengye. Even the height of the slits in the cheongsam must be according to Bai Yueguang's size.
>The day his first love returned to China, I quietly moved out of the master bedroom and hid the names of the twins on the pregnancy test sheet.
>When there was heavy bleeding on the delivery table, he clutched the consent form for the operation and asked, "Is it Paulin Wanyi's child or hers?"
>The doctor took away my dying daughter to save his sweetheart's son.
>We were reunited at the airport three months later. I was pushing my son in a stroller and my daughter's urn was in the suitcase.
>He grabbed me with red eyes: "Where is our child?"
>I smiled and took off my sunglasses, revealing my left eye which was blinded by crying for my daughter: "Which one does Mr. Gu ask? The one who died, or the one you will never find?"
