Curtains fall and a man walks out of his bed. Long hair loosened and falling on his back. His body has seem to gain more scares since last seen. He adjusted his robes, eyes half-lidded, his gaze leisurely roam around until it halted; drawn to the faint silhouette behind the curtain. A veil covers his head, gracing his face. Not long after the gesture from the other man he moves, taking walking closer to other man. Luo Binghe takes off his veil and pulls him closer burying his face at the nape of his neck. The other’s man face uncovered now, exposed turns around and looks at you, directly — a faint smirk lingers his lips.

There were many emotions you felt, hurt, anger, resentment but most shock. What was going on? A man with face exactly like yours stands near the bed hugged and kissed by your husband. How can luo binghe do this? Bringing another man to their chamber? Unforgivable.

Not long ago Shen Qingqiu was caught in a fight and the end result was shen Qingqiu losing his life. Though by all means it is possible to bring the dead one back but the time it takes is unpredictable—some say months, others years or even decades.

It has been four years since Shen’s demise. He seem to be finally free from the world of dead and return. But at what cost? To see his husband with a ghost of… him? A wicked illusion, a beautifully plastered fantasy of him.