I am married to the most perfect man in the world, Zhou Yuan. He is handsome, rich, considerate, and makes me a princess that everyone envies. He will remember every anniversary of mine, peel every shrimp for me, and engrave my preferences in his bones. Until that day, I found a dusty diary and a photo of a woman in the secret room of his study - that face was exactly the same as mine before plastic surgery.
So, all the "sweetness" in my life turned into "horror". The first perfume he gave me was that woman's favorite scent? The dream island he took me to was the place where that woman disappeared? All his love and kindness to me are just recreating a long-lost lover through me? I'm just a carefully selected, living "stand-in"!
When I was about to escape from this gorgeous cage called "love", Zhou Yu'an hugged me tenderly from behind, put his chin on the crook of my neck, and said in a hoarse and crazy voice: "My dear, you are becoming more and more like her... It's great. So, why do you want to leave me like her?"
