Su Wan spent seven years by Gu Shizhou's side.
For seven years, she learned to smile the way "Gu" smiled, wore the colors "Gu" loved, and grew her hair to "Gu's" length. When he said, "Wanwan, you remind me of her," she thought it was love.
Then, on the anniversary of "Gu's" death, she chased him to the cemetery and caught him whispering to the headstone. She also saw the words on his phone: "She resembles Gu, but she isn't Gu."
Su Wan wasn't the one he loved. She was a shadow of Gu, shaped to fit the mold.
But pain wasn't all Su Wan was capable of. She was a top jewelry appraiser in the industry, able to tell real from fake with a touch of her fingers. Over the years, the Gu family had used "Gu's" name to launder dirty money and handle goods of unknown origin. Su Wan had kept a record of every transaction, one document at a time.
She was going to leave. With dignity, and with everything she was owed, down to the last cent.
Gu's belongings, the transaction records, an old incoming call that had never lit up in seven years, a plain ring engraved with tiny numbers on the inside... As the clues surfaced one by one, she finally understood that what stood between her and the dead woman wasn't a matter of whether they looked alike.
She was the younger sister he had mourned for seven years, still alive.
And the car crash from seven years ago, covered up as an "accident," could no longer be kept under wraps from the night she decided to leave.
It was only a matter of time before he went mad.
