Shen Li signed a stand-in contract to save her sick father.
Every night, Nangong Ye made her wear his first love’s dress and recite poetry, all the while searching for another soul within her.
“Your waist isn’t slender enough.” He cut off her recitation of Shelley. “She never trembled.”
She hid her medical records and kept her head down arranging flowers, dripping lily-of-the-valley poison into his coffee.
At the banquet celebrating his first love’s return, Nangong Ye announced in front of everyone that the stand-in game was over.
She smiled and handed him her resignation letter. The lab report behind it read, “8 weeks pregnant.”
But the next day’s headlines showed Nangong Ye on his knees amid a pile of shattered flowers, screaming, “Give Shen Li back to me!”
