Three Years After My Boyfriend's Death, I Found His Lookalike on the Black Market

Three Years After My Boyfriend's Death

I picked up a man from the black market who looked exactly like him.

Day after day, I carefully trained him.

Hoping he could become a perfect substitute.

To replace the deceased Jack.

To become my lover.

"Don't eat tomatoes anymore. He didn't like them," I instructed.

"Don't call me 'bro'. He never called me that," I corrected.

"Be good, okay? You look so much like him... I won't abandon you," I promised.

I always treated him as just a suitable replacement.

Until one night.

In the hazy darkness.