At the scene of a caught-in-the-act affair, the powerful head of a top-tier wealthy family mistook me for the woman he treasured most, his beloved white moonlight.
He gripped my chin and sneered. “You even copied this mole perfectly.”
Then he lifted the hair at the nape of my neck. There was no one-of-a-kind butterfly birthmark like his sister’s.
“A stand-in?” Murderous intent churned in his eyes. “Then how do you know her deepest childhood fear?!”
I was stunned. Those fragmented images of purple riverbanks and an old locust tree carved with names... They were nightmares I’d never told anyone about!
The next second, the corridor’s security monitor flickered to life, playing a hellish scene sealed away for ten years:
Two little girls were forcibly torn apart in the hands of kidnappers.
One was dragged away as she screamed in agony. The kidnapper sneered and tore the skin right off her back!
The bloody images stabbed at my eyes, and an old scar on my back, long since healed, began to burn with agonizing pain!
His bloodshot eyes locked onto me. His voice broke and trembled. “Back then... the one they skinned... was you?!”
A stand-in? His beloved white moonlight?
When the lies were soaked in blood, I finally realized:
The childhood I’d forgotten held a terrifying truth powerful enough to turn the entire wealthy family upside down.
And the man who mistook me for someone else, then relentlessly closed in on me, was he searching for the lover he’d lost and found again,
or... the most dangerous accomplice in that kidnapping all those years ago?
“Jiang Linchuan,” I said, touching the grotesque scar on my back and staring into his abyss-like eyes.
“What did you tear open with your own hands: my wedding dress, or the colossal lie you’d carefully woven for ten years?”
