I volunteered to be his substitute for Bai Yueguang, imitating her speech, walking and even death every day.
He would always touch my face late at night and say, "If it looks more like me, this is how she died back then."
Until Bai Yueguang suddenly revived, I smiled and handed him a mental evaluation report.
"Congratulations, your fantasy has worsened again."
He stared at the scar on Bai Yueguang's neck that was exactly the same as mine, and suddenly grabbed my throat.
"No, who was the one who died back then?"
Intention: Cherish the people around you.