The Prairie's Starlight Shines Only for You

The night I ran away from my wedding, I became the dead mother’s double of a chaste grassland heir.

He took me in, but warned everyone: “She only looks like her. She’s just a shadow.”

Until his family’s ancestral rite, when his mother’s silver bracelet chose me of its own accord, locking tight around my wrist and refusing to come off.

The whole clan was in an uproar. Under the moonlight, Le Chuan gripped my waist, a storm raging in his eyes.

“Who are you, really? Why would even her keepsake... choose you?”

Later, my art exhibition, “Grassland Starlight, Only for You,” caused a sensation throughout the city.

The man who once said I was nothing but a “shadow” knelt before me in public, offering me shares in his corporation and another silver heirloom bracelet.

“Qing Yuan,” he said hoarsely, no trace of his former coldness remaining,

“The grassland’s starlight, the corporation’s scepter, and even me...”

“From beginning to end, they’re all yours.”