I spent three years as a stand-in. Now, after donating blood one hundred times for the white moonlight in the hearts of my three wives, I vanished from their lives.

When the three wives found out, they went mad—calling thousands of times and sending over ten thousand messages.

“Honey, I was wrong. I’m sorry I failed our mom. You can hit me, scold me, anything… just please don’t leave me…”

“Honey, I’m sorry. I’ll kneel before you. I won’t make any more mistakes, I promise. Please come back first, okay?”

“Honey, don’t leave me, I’ll go crazy! I can’t live without you.”

“Honey, where are you? I’m begging you, tell me! Please answer the phone!”

After returning to the capital, I changed my SIM card and blocked them all.