I, Ye Lingxian, came back from hell, and the only pleasure I have is watching my enemies wail in pain.
He, Si Yeheng, stands above the clouds, and his biggest hobby is collecting "interesting souls."
Our first meeting.
Me: "I want you to be my knife."
He: "Yes, but the owner of the knife has to pay the price." (Sneer)
Our first collaboration.
Me: "This is the script, you just need to be an audience."
He: "Yes, but at the end of the play, the playwright will belong to me." (Playful)
I thought I was in control of the situation, but I didn't know that I was already his meal.
He showed up when I was losing my mind over a phone call from my father.
Instead of comforting me, he sent me a "hell".
It was a cage that perfectly replicated all the nightmares I had in my previous life - a mental hospital, an operating room, a small dark room...
He stood outside the door, his voice full of indulgence and madness: "Go, my playwright, to rehearse your grandest performance. I will appreciate your madness."
I looked at the dazzlingly white ward and smiled.
No, why does this revenge script look more and more like a crazy love drama? !
But... A madman and a devil are a perfect match.
