But that late night, I accidentally saw a painting hidden in his arms.

The woman in the painting was elegant and ethereal, like an immortal who does not partake in earthly affairs.

Every detail on the paper revealed the deep affection of the artist.

"Intending to depict a carefree scene with a drink, singing to the wine, yet the forced joy tastes bland."

"As the belt gradually loosens, no regrets in the end, for her, one becomes haggard."

Aside from these two lines of poetry, the rest of the blank spaces on the painting were densely filled with a person's name.

"Shen Tingwan, Shen Tingwan, Shen Tingwan..."

This was Wei Beichen's handwriting.

I suddenly understood, I was merely a substitute for his beloved.

With a resemblance of three parts, even our names were similar.

His tender calls of "Ah Wan" were not meant for me.

I planned to secretly leave with Ayin.

But he discovered my abnormality.

He had Ayin taken away and tied me to the bed.