The growth story of a runaway daughter who was proficient in Urdu and Pashto and became a developer of chip architecture for military drones.
A woman is a trapped beast in the patriarchal prison; a woman is a situation, even if she is a pampered young lady.
"My mother said, "The strong are respected," but the power I tried my best to seize only made me sink in like quicksand.
Kai's idealism was like a mirror, showing me the fatigue beneath my disguise;
My brother's coldness was like a warning bell, reminding me that if I missed it, I would be in a deep abyss.
In this power game, I am both the hunter and the prey, and I am ultimately trapped in a cage of my own making.
In the study room late at night, our shadows intertwined on the wall. He was holding a philosophy book in search of salvation, and I was holding chips to calculate gains and losses, but we ended up in the same place on the chessboard of fate. Every light in this mansion hides a secret, every smile carries a calculation, and we are just twins struggling in the torrent of capital, fighting against the fate of the family and the crushing power of power in our own way. "
Intention: Never forget the original intention
