At the birthday party, I suddenly heard what my boyfriend and roommate were saying.
They actually shared the excitement of betraying me.
Mustard, wind oil, super glue, I calmly let them reap their consequences.
But just when I thought the revenge was over, a mysterious number sent me: "Well done."
It turns out that my ability to read minds is not innate, but the product of an experiment by a crazy ex-professor.
He turned me into the core of the network of empathy, and more and more people lived in my head...
Concept: The end of revenge may be a deeper prison, and the truth is often more cruel than betrayal