Everyone in Peiping knows that Fu Huaijin, the third young man of the Fu family, has a trace of the white moonlight that died young in his heart. He married me just because I, a down-and-out lady, looked exactly like that shadow. I meekly acted as a stand-in, using the resources of the Fu family to help the anti-Japanese war; he treated me coldly, but called other people's names when he was drunk. Until he was at gunpoint, and he almost died for me. He held my hand tightly in a high fever, and unconsciously murmured my nickname. I was shocked to realize that the past story of infatuation known to the whole city might have been a perfect lie carefully woven by this unfathomable powerful man from beginning to end in order to protect his true love.
