During the poorest year of my life, I sold myself to Zhou Jinyan for three hundred thousand yuan to serve as a substitute for his White Moonlight.
His friends once egged me on to drink until I suffered a gastric hemorrhage.
They asked him, “Don’t you feel bad for her?”
He looked down, his tone indifferent. “She’s just a substitute.”
Later, to save his White Moonlight, Zhou Jinyan stood by and watched as I fell from a cliff into the sea.
The search and rescue team never found my body.
He suddenly went mad, searching the entire world for me.
Five years later, I was invited back to the country and ran into him at an event.
He stared at me intently, his eyes rimmed with red. “I knew you weren’t dead. I’ve been looking for you-”
I took a step back, offering a polite yet distant smile. “I’m sorry, who are you?”
