It's five o'clock in the morning and my phone is buzzing hot on the bedside table. Lin Wanwan looked at the comment Jiang Chen left under her video, her fingertips felt cold. Her boyfriend Zhou Zihao only replied with three words: "I saw it."
He urged her to take over the 55,000 yuan promotion for inferior foundation, saying that heat waits for no one. Her best friend Su Qing smiled and advised her to be realistic. It seemed like everyone was working together to push her along a predetermined path.
Until the gray avatar sent a private message, concisely and concisely: "I am Jiang Chen."
He understood her Dunhuang and saw through her unwillingness hidden under her makeup. An invitation, like a beam of light, shines unexpectedly into her routine life.
At the same time, Zhou Zihao's mobile phone screen frequently turned off, Su Qing's overly concerned inquiries, and the encrypted folder in the computer that should not be known... All the details began to connect in series, pointing to a chilling truth.
When the person you trust the most has already marked a price for you. Is that faint light of knowledge from afar still worth breaking free from everything and reaching for it on tiptoe?
Intention: Slap in the face and abuse the scum