The night of the awards ceremony, my work appeared on the big screen.
The name of the winner is my best friend of seven years.
The computer was formatted and all evidence disappeared. She cried to the camera: "Nian Nian has been under too much pressure recently. I'm really worried about her."
Overnight, I became a delusional, plagiarism-attempted lunatic.
At three o'clock in the morning, I squatted in front of the convenience store and ate instant noodles.
The phone rang.
A man's voice: "I have seen your design. I need a wife, and you need a backer. Do you want to cooperate?"
I married him - the man Lin Shu desperately wanted to get close to but couldn't reach.
What happened next was simple:
She thought I forgave her.
She thought Gu Shen had a crush on her.
She thought she could repeat her old tricks and steal again.
Until the big screen at the awards ceremony showed her chat history from that year:
"Shen Nian, that stupid guy, I still don't know how he lost."
I stood in the audience and said softly:
I know.
I've always known it.
