In the poorest year, I sold myself to Zhou Jinyan for 300,000 yuan to be the substitute for his white moonlight. I was forced to drink by his friends until I had a gastric hemorrhage. They asked him, “Do you feel bad?” He lowered his eyes and said indifferently, “She’s just a substitute.” Later, in order to save his white moonlight, Zhou Jinyan watched helplessly as I fell into the