Neon************

This novel is like a dull knife, repeatedly cutting through the neon lights and shadows of the entertainment city. Lu Xin's cruelty, Chen Mo's forbearance, Xiao Fang's struggle, each character walks on the tip of the knife with blood stains. The plot is like a secret room behind a secret door, nested with layers of sin and glimmers of light. It makes you suffocate when reading, but your hands feel hot when you close the book - it tears open the glossy skin and reveals the most authentic human folds underneath.