A nineteen-year-old boy jumped from Jiangcheng Bridge. The last message on his phone contained only two words: Don't chicken out. It was sent by someone named "Zhixia," whose profile picture showed a girl standing in a sunflower field. The whole city was looking for her.
Lin Zhixia was a twenty-six-year-old teacher at a public kindergarten. By day, she looked after thirty children. At night, she sang at a mellow bar on South Lane. She didn't know the boy, and she had no idea that she'd spent three years dating someone online or received seventeen payments from him.
The photos were hers, but the account wasn't. No one believed her.
Lu Shiyan, head of the major crimes squad in the city bureau's criminal investigation division, was the only one who asked her, "Is that account really yours?" He wanted to find out why the boy had died. She wanted to reclaim the name that had been stolen from her.
In the end, the person who had used her name to love someone for three years turned out to be a friend she'd known for twenty.
This isn't a story about revenge. It's about a woman reclaiming her own name.
