When I was twelve, my older sister died.
To fill the enormous void she left behind, I created a brand-new version of her in my mind: Zhao Wan.
I poured my heart and soul into making her the perfect older sister, always radiant and dazzling, flawless in every way.
Then, when I was eighteen, a fabricated “earthquake” and a lover who never existed, “Zheng Huan,” pushed me into the abyss of madness.
Only when a psychiatrist tried to wake me from that abyss and told me that “Shi Qing is the primary personality” did I finally see the truth behind this long-running deception:
This was never a tragic story about altered memories and self-sacrifice.
It was a premeditated personality murder.
The “Zhao Wan” who smiled flawlessly in the sunshine while holding a full scholarship was the most cruel monster in this tragedy.
“You think I lived your life for you? No. I devoured you.”
The protagonist has a split personality, with two personalities. It feels like there are a lot of foreshadowings, which is very suitable for reasoning.