My cousin Jiang Zhimiao is an unruly wild dog. Outside, he is a handsome bastard with a bad temper and everyone is afraid of him; at home, he is a troublemaker who only shrinks his claws in front of me and can bend and stretch. Those beautiful eyes always conceal countless small provocations carelessly.
Until that day, I locked him out for a clumsy lie. When the lie was exposed, he was more stubborn than me. He stared at me and repeatedly asked the seemingly illogical question: "Do you hate me?" I began to realize that everything had gone off the track. Behind his almost paranoid care, what kind of secret is hidden that is about to get out of control?
