In the Eighth Year of Being a Stand-In, I Died

After eight years of dating, I finally gathered the courage to propose to my girlfriend. But the day before I proposed, I received a report of terminal gastric cancer. I was very drunk, but I accidentally discovered the photo of my girlfriend hidden behind the necklace. The man in the photo looks eighty-nine times like me, but I'm sure that's not me. I swallowed all my tears sadly, stuffed the engagement ring into the toilet and flushed it away. Since my girlfriend just wants a substitute, it would be a good thing for me to help her find one before I die. So I found eight men who looked similar to me, and finally decided on Han Chengli, who had the highest overall level. In order for my girlfriend to be with her new love without any guilt, I even directed and acted in a scene of catching an adulterer. Just open the door, the plot is reversed. All the extras I arranged turned into burly men. They pushed me to the ground and punched me wildly. They beat me until I was bleeding and unconscious. My girlfriend hugged Han Chengli intimately and stared at me condescendingly, "I've fallen in love with someone more like him, let's break up."