"What are we shooting for?" I asked warily.

The girl frowned and asked, "We’re shooting a hamburger advertisement, what’s wrong with you? Let’s go to hospital later."

I thought, perhaps the Public Security Bureau was better, so that I could find out who the hell I was.

I began to sweat after knowing what I was doing. There was a huge table in front of us, and we were dressed in bread, lettuce and steak then folded in layers to build a complete hamburger.

Air condition was working, but due to the hot weather and thick costumes, soon my clothes were wet through. No wonder this body would faint.

I was wearing a steak suit, lying on the last but one floor, and lettuce and bread were going to press on me. I felt my guts crushing out.

When the hamburger shaped, spokesman came up, took a bite of a hamburger and said our slogan. I was still looking up at the camera even if I was pinched up and down. I had been used to it. The spokesman stepped out, and I was a little familiar to the figure.

He should be…Jeffery?!

After shooting several times in a row, I was tired of being pressed. Now I can take off the costume. I was just following the girl to the dressing room when Jeffery suddenly came to me.

Is he coming here? What does he want to say? Did he recognize that I was Shirley?

"Are you all right? You fainted just now, go home and have a good rest." Jeffery smiled. He was a charming idol now and of course, had many fans. We were classmates in performance class, he looked still as young as before even though we were both 33 years old.

Now I was Mary, not Shirley, surely he couldn’t know. I heard a shutter nearby, it turned out that Jeffery wanted the paparazzi to take pictures of us deliberately. I nodded politely, then left.

After graduation, once I happened to act a play with him, but because of something unpleasant, I didn’t have a good impression on him.

Out of the studio, I was completely confused… Who am I? Where is my home? I know nothing except my name.

So, I took a taxi to my villa—the only shelter. Seeing the villa which I had lived for a long time, I felt much better.

I opened the bag and turned it over, only to find some strange keys. Damn it! I forgot that I was no longer Shirley. Fine, start my wandering life?

Suddenly, it comes to me that I had left a spare key under the flowerpot. I looked around then lifted the pot, and sure enough, the key lay in it.

Ecstatically, I opened the door. Familiar sofa, familiar furnishings, everything remained still but me, I was not the one I used to be. A sad story.

I had just closed the door when I heard a scream. It turned out to be Kevin, he was pointing me with an electric baton in surprise.

Kevin is my agent, to be exact, Shirley’s agent. He was on good terms with me and helped me in work and life as well. I had no family. I just worked. But Kevin was always there for me. So, we were best friends.

"Stand still! Who are you? How did you get in?" Kevin questioned me, shaking the baton.