The Young Marshal Mistook Her for His White Moonlight

In the twentieth year of the Republic, I saved a soldier amid a hail of bullets.

Three years later, he returned from the battlefield as the youngest young marshal among the warlords of the Republic.

He said he'd searched for me for three years and could finally marry me.

But not long after our wedding, he brought home a female student.

Pointing to the student in a white top and blue skirt, he told me that she was the one who had saved his life all those years ago.

I was the woman who had pretended to be her.

But what he didn't know was that

this student was my twin sister. We merely had similar features.

The two of us were worlds apart.