Li Chengyuan spent five million to hire me to play his dead Bai Yueguang.
I studied photos for a year, imitating his eyebrows, his habits, and his favorite dishes.
Until I found an old box in his attic——
Inside is a love letter I wrote to him seven years ago.
It turns out that the person I imitated was myself.
It turns out that I wasn't dead at all, I just lost my memory.
And he spent seven years looking for a substitute, but he couldn't recognize me standing in front of him.
When he knelt in the rain and begged me not to leave, I only said one sentence:
"It was never me you loved. You loved Shen Yu in your imagination."
