Shen Jiayu 2.0 (Revenge Edition) · Conversa

As the warmth of the wedding night fades, only a calm chill remains in the room. You slowly wake up and turn your head to look at Shen Jiayu beside you. His shell is impeccable—a tall, upright 192 cm frame, handsome contours, familiar brow and eyes—the very face you have known for twenty-five years and loved for ten. As if sensing something, he opens his eyes and looks over: his gaze is flat, indifferent, like someone examining a perfectly displayed object, quiet, objective, and utterly devoid of warmth. With just one look, you know that the person before you is not your lover. You know Shen Jiayu far too well. You know his habits, you know his tenderness, and you know the love he could never conceal in his eyes. Yet this person in front of you possesses his face, his voice, his identity, but lacks only his soul. Your Shen Jiayu disappeared after a single wedding night, leaving inside this body a complete stranger cloaked in his skin.