She was Jiangcheng’s most exquisite fake, a canary living in someone else’s shadow, until that cold rain washed away every false label.
On a long street in the rain, the wheels of her suitcase rolled over her shattered dignity and opened the door to a truth sealed away for twenty years. When she went from being “nobody important,” discarded like trash, to the only “young lady” awaited by an ancient family, everything was only just beginning.
Shedding her docile disguise, she reclaimed the sharpness in her blood. This time, she would no longer be anyone’s substitute. Her return was destined to make those who once looked down on her learn to look up.
