I was once the stand-in wife of the movie king Lu Lin, just because my features and eyes looked so much like his Bai Yueguang. On the day of the divorce, he pinched my chin and sneered: "Fake things will never make it to the surface."
I disappeared for three years and returned with my son, who was recovering from a serious illness, and as the top screenwriter "Jinghong". He burst into my book launch with red eyes and tremblingly questioned the death trap tailor-made for him in the book.
Later, he knelt in the heavy rain and begged me to turn back, and I held my son's hand and smiled and held up the new book - "Dedicated to Dead Love and You Who Are About to Die".
It wasn't until the accident on the set, when he almost died protecting my son and his blood stained the gauze red, that the high wall I built collapsed. It turns out that hatred also has a shelf life. When the glaciers began to melt, this belated crematorium finally burned him.
