Shen Nianqing had a secret: her shadow was more honest than she was.
She would say, "I'm not interested in him," while her shadow was already rushing over to wrap its arms around his waist.
She would think, "I hope I never see him again," while her shadow acted out a nightly scene of longing for her husband's return on the wall.
She tried to maintain a cool and aloof front, while her shadow drew a heart on the ground.
No one could see that anything was amiss with her shadow.
Except one person: the cold-faced young lord of the Chief Minister's residence.
He had seen everything from the very first day, yet deliberately said nothing.
Until one day, his shadow moved toward hers for the first time.
Shen Nianqing: "...What do you mean?"
Gu Yanzhi: "Whatever it means."
