[Forced love + paranoia + sadomasochism]
A dangerous game lurking in a gorgeous manor is a confrontation between ice and fire, the fall of the superiors out of control, and a revenge filled with reversal of power and suffocation.
As the New Year approaches, all the manor servants are dismissed. When "I" pushed open the heavy door alone, the gradually clear black shadow in the wind and snow made the smile on the corner of my mouth freeze instantly.
Shen Huainan is back.
With his shoulders covered with snow and his eyes bloodshot, he seemed to have returned from the abyss.
The moment those quenching ice pick-like eyes pierced me, the memory of damp and rusty things came flooding back——
That summer, my mother took me into this cold manor.
Uncle Shen's words of advice still ring in my ears: "Azhi, my brother has a bad temper... You must stay away."
Until that rainy night.
I took the place of Zhang's mother who had left temporarily, carrying the dinner plate, and walked towards his room at the end of the corridor for the first time. I rapped my knuckles on the heavy wooden door, and the only answer I received was dead silence. The darkness was as thick as ink, and the hot porcelain bowl exploded in panic. The moment a bolt of lightning lit up the room, I saw him.
His eyes looked at me carefully, without any warmth.
The next second, a black shadow rushed towards me with the cold wind.
The shoulder blades felt cold at first, and then there was sharp pain as the pen tip pierced the fabric and dug into the flesh. Warm blood soaked into his sleeves. He leaned over and pulled out the pen tip, his eyes filled with cold hatred.
"Who allowed you to come in?"
I was left alone in the darkness, blood and broken porcelain, and my consciousness sank in severe pain.
We met again on a snowy night many years later, and he stood outside the door again.
