Summary
Liang Shuhuai died on my birthday. Before the first seven days of mourning had even passed, the Technology Company delivered a clone to my doorstep. It had inherited all of his memories, his tone of voice, and his habits; even the way it loved me was identical. Everyone urged me to accept it, saying it was just “another form of resurrection.” But only I knew that what I truly feared was never that he wouldn’t be himself-it was that one day, I would fall in love with him all over again.