When the mirror reflected my smile on my eighteenth birthday, I was shocked to realize that the "accident" was just a carefully choreographed masquerade. A rebirth, like a sharp blade cutting through the false silk, revealing the maggot-covered carrion underneath.
Once, I was a shadow within the high walls of An's family, and she was the daughter of the spotlight; now, she still dances with my face on, and I have learned to play chess in the dark. From the mispronunciation that slipped off the fingertips in the campus talent competition, to the stolen creative fire in the business competition - every dilemma is a tempering, like molten iron in a furnace, reshaping its shape in the turning point. A reversible attack is never a free carnival. Every step forward is a road paved with the ashes of past memories.
I smiled in vain, using gentleness as a weapon, and turning forbearance into a sharp blade. An Rou thought she was the protagonist in the center of the stage, but she didn't know that I was just a supporting role in her script until I personally rewrote the ending. Ji Ling's gaze, his father's trust, the aura of the school boss and the rising star in the business world... These are not the end, but the reverberation of the price.
When the truth pours down like a torrential rain, how should humans choose? Should we continue to dance with the mask on, or should we tear apart the lies and run barefoot? In this city, everyone is reborn and betrayed. And I only want to tear apart thousands of faces with my hands in the name of truth and walk alone in the light.
