“In those twelve seconds he gazed at me, was he looking at the departed moonlight of his past, or at a convincing counterfeit?”
To save her bankrupt family, Lin Wanxing signs an anonymous contract: she must play the part of Shen Yu’s deceased first love, the aloof top student, and make him fall for her.
She learns to paint like that girl and imitates her smile, even perfectly recreating the way she fed cats on rainy days.
Shen Yu really does make exceptions for her: tutoring her in the advanced math she fears most, staying up late to work on experiments with her, and firmly protecting her amid the gossip.
But when the dance music begins and she walks toward him in his first love’s dress, a cold voice rings out from the shadows:
“Nice performance. But do you really think he can’t tell a fake from the original?”
Wanxing turns in panic, only to crash into Shen Yu’s fathomless gaze.
His fingertips brush her trembling lips, and his voice drops so low that only the two of them can hear:
“Tell me, are you crying for her now, ”
“Or for me?”
“In this love story that began with a lie, we are both actors and each other’s only audience.”
The work is good, I hope to write better works 👍 Looking forward to it
When I saw her, I thought of the years of Jingmei