Everyone in the world knows that red lips are beautiful, but they don't know that underneath that bright color, there is a calamity that corrodes the bones.
He was originally a schemer who crawled out of the antique pile. He was as gentle as jade, and he was careful at every step. He just wanted to use her red lips to get his hands on the power of the city.
She was originally a duckweed struggling in the quagmire, vain and money-worshipping, but she was willing to sink in the gentle countryside where she knew she was in trouble.
This is a gamble of desire. He thought he was the chess player, but he didn't know that he was already a player in the game; she thought she was the chess piece, but she didn't know that she was the sharp blade piercing the chessboard.
When the prosperity ends and the red lips fade, who will be the disaster?
