On the day she signed the divorce agreement, Su Wan only left one sentence: "Fu Chengyu, I'm tired of playing the stand-in game."
Five years. She lived as a perfect replica of the late Bai Yueguang - the same perfume, the same dancing posture, even the angle of her smile was carefully measured. Until she found the diary in the study, and every word reflected her sad shadow; until the night she was admitted to hospital with acute gastroenteritis, he lost contact in front of Bai Yueguang's grave. Child? He calmly arranged the operation: "Now is not the time."
Fu Chengyu, the president of a top investment bank, always believed that Su Wan could not do without him. Until she completely disappeared, writing off everything, as if she had never existed. At that moment, the panic of cardiac arrest crushed his steely rationality for the first time.
By the time we met again, she was a star in the dance therapy field. And he learned to be humble, learned to pretend to be normal, and learned to carve pain on his wrist with a blade late at night, so that he could restrain the madness of holding her in his arms. He attended her workshop anonymously, sat in the corner and watched her shine, and finally understood what he had killed with his own hands.
When the black hand of the conspiracy reached out to Su Wan, Fu Chengyu protected him with his life and was seriously injured and fell into coma. The blurry silhouette in the news photo made Su Wan's strong inner wall crack for the first time. And with the emergence of the "New Life Society", an organization that conducts illegal human experiments, they discovered that beneath the scars of the past, there was a darker current surging.
From the shadow of a substitute to the light of independence, from cold control to learning to love your lover on your knees. In the whirlpool of truth and conspiracy, can two scarred souls rebuild equal love based on their broken pasts?
