In the second month of my pregnancy, my husband Song Yuan had an accident and was in a car crash. When he woke up he forgot many things, yet the only person he hadn't forgotten was one person. That person wasn't me; it was his white moonlight — Lu Xinran. "Song Yuan, we're married, don't you remember?" I grabbed his hand and asked through tears. But Song Yuan pulled away from my touch with a look of disgust: "What kind of joke are you playing? If I'm going to marry someone, it'll be Lu Xinran — how could it be you?"