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…