On the wedding day, Ling Yan dug up my spiritual roots with his own hands.
"You are just a container for Ziying. Dispose of it after use." I was kneeling in a pool of blood in my wedding dress, and he didn't even look at me. Five hundred years of being a substitute, in exchange for the word "container". I smiled, turned around and jumped off the Zhuxian Platform.
Everyone thought I was dead.
Three years later, I returned from the devil world wearing a veil. Ziying set up a trap to frame me, and I paid them back one by one. Ling Yan's eyes turned red and asked if I was Shaoyang. I passed by with a sneer: "Finding a substitute is something you have to do only once."
I thought I won.
Until I discovered something was wrong with my body. An indescribable power awakened in my body, and the night-blooming cereus withered instantly when I passed by. Xiaobai asked me: "Sister Shaoyang, who are you?" I couldn't answer.
Ling Yan knelt in front of me and said, "No matter who you are, I love you." But there was fear in his eyes. He is afraid of me. I danced Zhuxiantai. Not to die, but to find answers.
Three platforms, three reasons. The first time out of despair, the second time out of hope, the third time - I can't say.
Substitute × Rebirth × Chasing Wife at Crematorium × Male Protagonist's Heart-breaking Atonement
