Cheng Ke spent ten years turning me into Shen Qingyue's substitute.
He pinched my chin and said, "You don't even look as good as her when you cry."
Later, I was buried in a sea of fire, and my suicide note only contained one line:
"Does it look like her now? Her face is almost as burnt."
Five years later, when they were reunited at the cemetery, he knelt in front of the tombstone and dug dirt like crazy.
And I held my newlywed husband's arm and chuckled: "Sir, you will go to jail if you dig someone's grave."
