Fireworks in the Mirror

She sat in front of the cup of cold coffee he had ordered for her and looked at Fang Wenbo crying bitterly. He said this was a fake, but even your mole was painted in the right position. His collapse was not because of the lies being exposed, but because he was saddened by the collapse of the fantasy world - can't you be the Nan Xi in my painting? The two Nan Xis confront each other in the air inside and outside the camera. One is the illusion of data worshiped by millions of eyes, and the other is the real flesh and blood that exists but is turned a blind eye. When the carefully fabricated line "There are fireworks in the coffee pierced by the coldness of a real woman - I have never said such words, the fireworks in the mirror were extinguished instantly, leaving only a false ashes and a heart that cannot be restored by the filter." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.