It turns out that even the "home" she will live in in the future is a replica of her sister. Shen Qinghuan felt a sharp stabbing pain in his chest, but it was quickly covered up by numbness. She lowered her eyelashes: "I understand."
Gu Chengze seemed to be satisfied with her obedience, but that was all. "You have three days to adapt. Three days later, the Gu's charity dinner will be your first public appearance as Mrs. Gu. Don't let me down." After saying that, he stopped looking at her, turned and walked towards the door, pausing slightly as he held the door handle.
"By the way," he didn't look back, "try to cover up that red mole behind your ear. There is no bright moon."
The door closed gently, isolating his figure and all sounds from the outside world. Shen Qinghuan sat alone in the cold luxury. He slowly raised his hand and touched the small red mole behind his ear that he was born with. Even such a trivial feature is an impermissible flaw that must be covered up and erased.
She walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, out of which could be seen the bright but distant lights of the city. The glass reflected her blurry shadow, pale and unfamiliar. She gently pressed her forehead against the cold glass and closed her eyes. In a quiet corner of her heart, there was a faint hint of unwillingness, quietly breaking through.
