Mirror Lan Said: Who Is Playing Me?

When life is perfectly reproduced, who is the fake? Urban elite Lin Xi has a secret: she hired a top "life stand-in" - Chen Mo. In the past three years, Chen Mo has attended all the occasions that she did not want to face: hypocritical weddings, estranged family gatherings, and even the funerals of close relatives. She perfectly reproduced everything about Lin Xi, from the arc of her smile to her fingertip habits. After an accidental car accident, Chen Mo woke up in the hospital bed and blurted out Lin Xi's name. She lost all her memory, but skillfully opened the door of Lin Xi's house with her fingerprints, accurately told the answer to Lin Xi's social password, and made the same sweet and sour pork ribs as her mother remembered. "This is obviously my home." The amnesiac substitute firmly believed. The forced "custody" turned into an absurd symbiosis: Chen Mo continued to play "Lin Xi" with muscle memory, even more vivid and warm than himself. Lin Xi hid behind her identity as a "roommate" and witnessed her other self living a life that she did not dare to have. At the same time, the mysterious agent of the stand-in company pressed her step by step, demanding that she return the "goods" for memory erasure. When mask bleeds into reality, and when acting breeds sincerity, a dangerous game of ownership, identity, and authenticity begins. When the mirror image is perfect enough, how should the body outside the mirror deal with itself?