Shen Mian traveled through time.
The first second she passed through, Pei Jin, the chief minister of the court, put a sword on her neck - just because she was seventy-nine similar to his Bai Yueguang.
That man was the living king of hell with all the power in the world. He could kill without blinking an eye, but his eyes turned red the moment he saw her put on the moon-white dress.
To survive, she started acting. Learn how she walks, learn how she talks, learn how she plays the broken string guqin. By the end of the performance, even she couldn't tell who was in the mirror.
But he could see clearly.
"When you smile, your dimples are shallower than hers. When you lower your head, you tuck your chin first. You occasionally speak with a Northland accent... I know it all."
"But I still want to see you. Every day."
Later she accidentally fell into coma. When he woke up, the superior chief minister was kneeling beside the bed, his hair was messy and his eyes were bloodshot.
He gently stroked her face, and his voice was so mute that it was almost inaudible:
"Stop pretending to be her. Just be yourself."
"Even if you are not her... I will admit it."
