My name is Xu Qiao, and during my three-year stand-in career, I perfectly reproduced everything about Song Tingchen's Bai Yueguang, until I accidentally stumbled upon his stack of design drafts that were regarded as "legendary works." The familiar handwriting made my eyes ache--those were my handwritings. It turns out that I am the white moonlight he hides deep in his heart, but when I was playing my own shadow, I completely lost the ability to distinguish colors. He went crazy and begged me to turn back with red eyes as he bet all his wealth on me. But he didn't know that those hands that once painted the world with magnificent colors could not even distinguish red, orange, yellow and green. He said: "I gave you my life in exchange for your return." I smiled: "My color was exhausted in the three years when you forced me to be a substitute."
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