I was Shen Siheng's secret lover for three years. Everyone said that I could stay by his side only because of a pair of eyes that looked so much like his white moonlight. I believed it and accepted it. Until I found a thick stack of photos taken of me in the dark room of his study, long before his "White Moonlight" returned to China. Behind the photo was his sharp handwriting: "I found you." That night, in front of his live interview on the Internet, I used the letter opener he gave me to scratch the priceless portrait of his "White Moonlight" on the wall. The live broadcast room is jammed. He stared at me, losing his composure for the first time, and his voice was hoarse: "When did you remember it?"
