Three months after his father's funeral, Yan Yu began to dream about butterflies.
Blue-purple wings, nailed to velvet, beautiful, struggling, dying.
This was exactly the same as his desire for Liu Yi - the woman who was twelve years older than him and could easily change the trajectory of his life with just one wedding dress.
Legally, she is his stepmother.
Emotionally, she is his forbidden area, his immorality, and the riot at the end of all his rationality.
He decided that she was a bad woman who coveted the Yan family's wealth and used her beauty to create a trap.
He should have hated her to the core, especially when she took away an inheritance equal to his.
But when the sound of the piano flowed late at night, when her broken figure wearing her father's old shirt came into view, when her words "Pain is a luxury" echoed like a mantra - all the hatred he had built fell apart in her careless eyes.
She watched her stepson's hostility and struggles as if they were watching an interesting drama. She was walking on the edge of danger, using her subtle touches and meaningful words to feed the increasingly crazy trapped beast in his eyes.
She enjoyed the control, the thrill of watching him sink into guilt.
Until she discovered that the flame in the eyes of that young man who always pretended to be cold and mean had already burned through the cage of ethics. It was a kind of near-destructive madness, so hot that she began to feel... Interesting.
When the butterfly finally breaks off its thorns and flutters its wings, what it brings is not freedom, but an endless abyss of mutual addiction.
Concept: Moths must be happy when they fly into the flames