I'm trapped in my lover's body, watching the whole world mourn me.
Ling Che never imagined that an accidental soul swap would bind his life so tightly to that of Wen Yuan, a dancer. With her hands, he draws the graceful lines of architecture; through his eyes, she understands the sharp beauty of ballet. Wearing each other's faces, they go on dates and share secrets late into the night that only the two of them understand. Even their breathing carries the sweetness of their switched lives.
But a car crash on a stormy night crushes everything to pieces. Wen Yuan's soul dies in the body that used to be his, while he is trapped forever in hers.
Now he must wear her floral dress, dance her ballet, and accept congratulations for her “miraculous survival.” At her art exhibition, he uses her brushstrokes to paint his architectural sketches and hears people praise how “Ling Che's influence can be seen in Wen Yuan's art.” No one knows his soul is buried in her body. Every time he smiles, he is crying for them both.
They had only just discovered love in their exchanged lives when death tore them apart. From then on, her body is his prison, and the rest of his life is her living gravestone.
