My name is Lin Qing, a boy with a girl's face. Because of this face, I was bullied, framed, and sent to a men's prison when I was sixteen.
There, I encountered the deepest darkness, and discovered it for the first time in a solitary room - the moment I was locked in handcuffs and shackles, I felt a peace I had never experienced before.
After I was released from prison, I met Su Wan. She discovered my secret but didn't run away. She took out the rope to tie me up, took out the skirt and put it on for me, took out the little lock, and asked: "Are you willing to give yourself completely to me?"
I said, "Put it on for me."
This is a story about falling and being caught. Not all shackles are prisons - some shackles are called homes.
Intent: This is a story about "falling" and "being caught".
Lin Qing was born with an overly soft face, which became the starting point of his sixteen years of suffering - being ridiculed, bullied, framed, and thrown into prison. He learned to resist through violence, but failed again and again in his resistance. It wasn't until that solitary room that the cold weight of the handcuffs and shackles made him feel a strange sense of peace for the first time - it turns out that "can't escape" can also mean "no need to escape anymore."
After he was released from prison, he met Su Wan. She didn't try to "cure" him, didn't treat his longings as pathological. She took out the rope, took out the skirt, took out the little lock, and said, "You are mine."
This is not a story about conquest, but a story about surrender - when a person finally puts down all resistance and surrenders himself completely, he feels true freedom for the first time.
Not all ropes are shackles, some ropes are kite strings—let you fly, but never let you fall.