My White Moonlight's White Moonlight

After reincarnation, he became gentle—and something far more dangerous. I don't know how I found the strength to stand that day, but his gaze held a spell I couldn't break. When Shen Yun called to me like I was some stray creature by the roadside, I went to him without hesitation. I didn't know his name, his purpose, or the role I would play in the tangled web of his heart. All I knew was that I had become the white moonlight of someone who already had his own unattainable love—a substitute for a substitute, caught between longing and something darker.