When pathological possessiveness meets the untamable starlight
When I first met her, I thought she was a star that must be kept private. He weaves a golden cage: until she draws a bleeding mark on the pregnancy test stick——
"Do you want a collection that is always obedient, or do you want a true love?"
"Stars belong in the sky, not collectors."
——But when the collector learns to look up, will the imprisoned starlight dare to fall into his palm again?
