He imprisoned me for five years, and even my breathing in bed imitated his late Bai Yueguang. Until I found a photo hidden in the study, with "Kill her when she comes back" written on the back - the face in the photo was exactly the same as mine.
When I finally tore off the substitute mask, I fell into a deeper nightmare: it turned out that my memory was fake, my love and hate were fake, and even my existence was a program carefully written by him.
"Do you hate me?" He pinched my bloody chin and chuckled, "But your hatred is also mine."
In this deadly game in the name of love, whoever breaks free first will lose completely.
(⚠️Dark desire for control × Broken sober beauty, intimate contact description full of tension)
