"How dare the dead come back?"
On the night of our reunion, top class Xie Lin pinched my neck, his eyes filled with destructive madness. Five years ago, I faked my death and escaped, and the picture of him hugging me on the red carpet with blood splattered made headlines. Five years later, I became his heavily-funded stand-in—an imitation of myself! Absurd! He forced me to practice how to be "more like him" by looking at a photo of myself on my bedside table. Until the award ceremony, my Omega pheromones were out of control. In full view of everyone, he bit through the mark on the back of my neck! The trending search exploded. In his out-of-control arms, I could clearly see the hideous scar on his wrist - he cut it with his own hands after I "died". He already knew it! Force me to be a substitute, just to tear apart this lie of death!
