I hate Shen Tinglan for so many reasons that I can fill a diary.
He was always absent at the most important moments, used clumsy lies to deal with me, let strange women appear between us, lost our engagement rings, and finally looked into my eyes and said: "Jiang Jin, I have never loved you."
All the warmth was completely shattered, leaving only a diary filled with "reasons to hate" and a frozen heart.
Until a package without a sender shattered all my perceptions.
A USB flash drive filled with secret photos of me without my knowledge, spanning the time until the eve of our breakup. On the line after line of cold records, my name became the dazzling top directive.
A coat he often wears has a strange and disturbing smell and traces. A mysterious man with alert eyes who claimed to be his colleague. There is another address that I never knew.
I followed the fragmented and contradictory clues he left behind, and stood on the ruins of our story.
Is there an unspeakable reflection hidden underneath every moment of seeming betrayal?
And will hate be the most silent symbiotic form of love in a desperate situation?
Concept: Love sometimes uses hurt as a shield, and the truth is often wrapped in lies.
