When Lin Zhao woke up, his face was cold.
She opened her eyes and saw a gray sky. Snowflakes fell on her eyelashes, melted into water, and flowed down the corners of her eyes, like tears.
She was lying in the snow.
His hands and feet were so cold that he couldn't feel anything, but Lin Zhao still struggled to sit up. It was dark all around, with only a few lights coming from the villa area in the distance. She recognized this place - it was the back entrance of the Yunshan villa complex, a fork in the road that few people took.
Why is she here?
Memories are like torn pieces of paper, floating back piece by piece.
"You are just a stand-in."
