“When the perfect victim puts on the face of an abuser, everyone who stays silent becomes an accomplice in this hunt that spans eighteen years.”
The night Wen Jin was locked in the dance studio, the searing-hot ballet barre branded her back with the shape of a peacock’s tail. Twelve years later, wearing a Van Cleef & Arpels clover necklace, she walks into an international kindergarten and brushes her fingers over the downy hair on Bai Yan’s daughter’s head. “Do you know, sweetheart? You can hide an entire hell inside a bow.”
Zhou Yanzhi, a rising star in architecture, spreads bloodstained blueprints across a morgue table. “To dissect demons, you have to use their own fangs.” The 3D modeling pen he hands her is building a blood-red courtroom in virtual space.
At a charity gala livestream, the marks of burn scars appear on Bai Yan’s couture gown. The heir to the Quan Group crashes his car into a load-bearing wall covered in chemical formulas while driving drunk. And when the Education Bureau suddenly receives footage of bullying from twenty years ago, Wen Jin is rehearsing Sleeping Beauty with the children. This time, the spindle’s tip is coated with hallucinogens.
