After living for twenty-four years, I woke up to find I was the fake young master. The real young master was recounting to my parents exactly how I'd toyed with him and then abandoned him. The secret I'd kept hidden for twenty-four years, along with my dignity, shattered into pieces. The culprit, meanwhile, wore the face of a delicate little white flower and said, "I'm not here to fight Big Brother for the family fortune." "I just want to ask you, Mr. Shen: did you ever love me?" I stood at the doorway, my skin crawling, too afraid to meet my parents' unsettling gazes. Just as I prepared to open my mouth and salvage the situation, lines of comments floated before my eyes.
[It's over, it's over. The plot is starting!]
[Bai Bai, be a little more careful, will you?
It's beautiful, written by a person.