At twenty-two, Lu Zhenzhu married Gu Huai.
Everyone said she was lucky.
But not long after the wedding, she found an old photograph in a drawer…
The girl in the photo looked just like her—even the mole at the corner of her eye was identical.
On the back of the photo was a complete verse: “Half the river emerald, half the river red; Dew like pearls, the moon like a hook.”
But the handwriting of the two lines differed—one delicate, as if written by a girl, the other bold, unmistakably his style.
The signatures at the bottom read “Jiang Sesè” and “Gu Huai.”
Lu Zhenzhu stared at the photo and understood everything…
