Everyone in Jing City knew I was Julian’s loyal dog. If he ordered me to play the piano, I played. If he told me to get lost, I crawled away. When he got drunk and used my body as a substitute for his "white moonlight," kicking me out of bed the next morning, I didn’t even dare to cry out loud.
At his engagement party, when he stood on stage with that other man, I smiled and offered my blessings. Then, I went home and deleted every trace of him. Everyone mocked me, placing bets on how many days it would take for "Julian's dog" to go begging back.
But my dream finally shattered. In that nightmare, my family was ruined, and I died in the arms of Julian's nephew—a blood-soaked boy who wept, whispering that he had loved me since he was eighteen.
The moment I woke up, I made one decision: to find that boy. Julian, in this lifetime, someone else is taking your place. No thanks to you.
