Behind the Mask

Jiang Yu is recognized by the whole school as the perfect male idol: president of the student union, debate champion, and always smiling as warmly as jade. Until that autumn night, I bumped into him smoking alone in an abandoned teaching building, the red light of the cigarette butt reflecting his sinister eyebrows. "Speak out at your own risk." He put out the cigarette butt, and his cold warning made me shiver all over. I became the only one who knew his secret, and was forced into the double life he carefully maintained. During the day, he was gentle and considerate to me, making all the girls in the school jealous; but at night, he cornered me and said, "Delete today's photos." "Jiang Yu, how many masks do you have?" I raised my phone tremblingly. He suddenly smiled, tearing off his gentle disguise, and there was an undercurrent in his eyes that I couldn't understand: "Are you asking now? It's too late, Lin Wan."