In the seventeenth year of the Republic of China, a high fever took away all Shen Yusheng's memories. She didn't know who she was or where she came from, until a man came to her door - Xie Yunli, the third young master of the Xie family, and asked her to pretend to be Xie Yunshu, the daughter-in-law that his seriously ill mother missed.
They look exactly the same.
Shen Yusheng was taken into the deep compound and learned the habits, demeanor, handwriting, and even taste of another woman. Everyone thought she was Xie Yunshu, and only Xie Yunli kept a cold distance from her behind the scenes. Her body is more honest than her memory - countless times, her fingers will automatically pick up the comb used by Xie Yunshu, open the books that Xie Yunshu has read, and say words that only Xie Yunshu understands. It was as if there was another soul living under this skin.
Until that thunderstorm night, when Xie Yunli's fingers touched her shoulder blades when she was moved -
"Yun Shu has a cinnabar mole on his shoulder, but you don't have one."
