It all began with a cold, rigid contract between them.
He was a light she could never reach, while she was a shadow he had carefully chosen.
Shen Qinghe kept to her place, hiding the love growing inside her behind a perfectly timed smile each time.
She thought that, given enough time, love would blossom, and even an iceberg could melt.
Until the return of that woman struck like a bolt of thunder, tearing apart every tender illusion.
It turned out the only reason she existed was to be “like her.”
Once her heart had died, leaving became the most graceful way to turn away.
Only later did Gu Yanzhi understand that the gentle, obedient substitute had long since become the very air he breathed.
Without her, his world crumbled in an instant.
He laid aside all his pride and begged her to turn back.
But he saw her standing against the light, her smile distant:
“Mr. Gu, the show is over. Please don't get too carried away.”
