She is the quietest forensic doctor in the Canglan City Public Security Bureau. No one knows that her face is fake. Lu Wanqing, a person who does not exist. His real name is Yi Wuhen - a defector from Qianmian Pavilion and the inheritor of the ancient art of disguise. She used a false identity to lurk in the public security system for two years, thinking she could escape the organization's shadow forever. Until the face of a drowned corpse was cut open, and she discovered a layer of something under the skin that shouldn't exist - someone had used a formula she prepared to change a corpse's face. Qianmiange's hand had already reached to her side. Detective Chief Shen Du noticed her - not her face, but her hands. A detective's intuition told her that the forensic doctor's fingertips were too flexible and he was too precise when cutting the face, as if he had repeated the same action ten thousand times.
Even more dangerous is the appearance of another disguiser. Yan Jiubian, another defector from Qianmian Pavilion, was no less skilled than her, but he had intentions that she couldn't understand.
The pursuers are approaching. Trust is crumbling. She begins to find that her memories of the past are contradictory - if even "who I am" has been designed, what else can she trust?
This is a story about masks. But the real mask is never the layer on the face.
False and false, true and false, false and true