My Missing Girlfriend Has Become Part of My Family's Dolls

Three months after my girlfriend Lin Wan disappeared, the life-size doll I ordered finally arrived. The seller said it was made of the highest quality silicone on the market, with a 99% realism. I didn't care; I was just going crazy, needing a silent, inseparable "her" to keep me company. But as I was combing the doll's wig, I froze, my heart gripped by a cold hand—below the doll's left eye, there was a small, light brown teardrop-shaped mole. In the exact same spot as Lin Wan's. I tried to comfort myself, telling myself it was just a coincidence, a foolish and cruel coincidence.