Wen Wan served as Pei Yubai’s perfect stand-in for five years, imitating every expression and smile of the white moonlight in his memories. 　　Mission complete, one billion credited to her account, she turned and left without a shred of attachment. 　　The brother on the other end of the video call, Gu Zhou, said coldly to him: "Just a counterfeit, got tired of it—should’ve let him go long ago." 　　But they didn’t know she had been waiting for this very day. 　　The night she left Pei Yubai, Wen Wan met a down-on-his-luck handsome man with white hair in her bar. 　　He pitifully claimed his home was empty and that he was just waiting for a soft‑hearted benefactor. 　　She handed him a supplementary card: "Come with me. One million a month." 　　His eyes lit up; he behaved obediently like a golden retriever. 　　From then on, identities began to reverse— 　　The man who had said Wen Wan was merely Pei Yubai’s stand-in began to suffer insomnia in his empty villa after the white moonlight returned to the country. 　　Eyes red, he dialed her number over and over in the dead of night, his tone humbler than ever: "Wanwan, come back… name your terms." 　　Wen Wan, however, was leaning in the white‑haired man’s arms, smiling as she hung up: "President Pei, after‑sales doesn't include that service." 　　The brother Gu Zhou, who once sneered that Wen Wan was nauseating, after winning the world championship, found that his most trusted teammates and his manager had all been secretly caring about Wen Wan. 　　He angrily blocked her then regretted it; finally, at the observation deck in a torrential downpour, disheveled and shaking, he asked her: "Did you…never truly like me?" 　　Wen Wan held an umbrella, looking down at him soaked through: "Gu Zhou, you’re late." 　　And the sweetest "little puppy," Fu Chen, finally tore off his disguise. 　　He wasn’t a down‑and‑out handsome guy at all, but the mysterious young ruler of an overseas capital empire. 　　On the day his identity was exposed, he dropped to one knee, took Wen Wan’s hand: "I arranged everything and came back early not to fight for anything." 　　"It was so that you would, at first glance, see me." 　　They vied for her, humbled themselves, even turned against one another. 　　At the victory banquet, the three of them locked eyes—sparks flew—while she held her wineglass, detached. 　　Once, she was the "shadow" they could easily define and casually place. 　　Now the shadow has become the light they chase, and the right to choose is firmly in her hands. 　　Wen Wan: "Love?" 　　"That is nothing but the prize the winner enjoys alone after the game ends."