She is the most despicable liar and the most desperate trapped beast.
Chen Baoyi uses lies to weave intimacy and deception to feed loneliness. Until she met someone she couldn't deceive.
Cold numbers. What she really longs for is the false concern that comes from the other side of the screen the moment the prey takes the bait. She regards the scam as a morbid simulation of intimacy, greedily sucking the warmth of strangers' charity in a carefully crafted tragic story.
"If you don't even love yourself, who do you expect?"
Chen Baoyi stood on the ruins of his own making.
Are you letting the darkness swallow up the last trace of human form?
Or grab that "life-saving straw" that may be a thorn and climb up an inch? Even just an inch?
A story about deception, self-destruction, and the "dirty light" that could burn her to death or illuminate her.
