"Wanwan, you can only have me in your world." Song Yanci gently touched Lin Wan's ankle with a velvet glove, and the metal chain made a crisp sound when it collided.
Everyone in the city knew that Lin Wan was Song Yanci's most precious "prison bird" - he cut off all contact with the outside world and controlled every detail of her food, clothing, housing and transportation. He even personally decided which ballet she danced and which pair of dance shoes she wore.
During the day, Lin Wan cried and resisted in front of countless people, playing a pitiful role longing for freedom: "Song Yanci, I hate you, let me go!" She broke the jewelry he gave and tore up the music scores he wrote. Every time she resisted, she became a hot topic on social media.
At night, when the door was closed, she wrote in her diary: "The dance dress he chose for me today is exactly the purple dress I want most in my heart... How could he know?" She secretly collected the moment when he broke her phone card and hid the piece of plastic at the bottom of the jewelry box.
Song Yanci saw through everything but never pointed it out. He enjoyed her apparent struggle, and even more enjoyed her inadvertent expression of dependence. He hired the world's top ballet instructor for her, but required all lessons to be completed at home; he forbade her from seeing any friends, but he personally studied nutrition and prepared meals for her every day.
"You can't escape, Wanwan." He whispered in her ear, running his fingers through her long hair.
"I hate you." She bit her lip and retorted, but her body couldn't help but get closer.
The turning point happened that rainy night, when Lin Wan's "escape plan" unexpectedly succeeded. When she stood on the edge of the free world, facing the surge of attention and choices, she found that she couldn't breathe - without Song Yanci's "prison"
