The unspeakable sad past of the closeted boy, the unbearable journey of becoming a "popular chick", the encounter of a swaying beautiful boy with a violent and violent rich man, the foreign model who died unexpectedly in a suburban villa - these people form a picture that can only be hidden in the dark night.
Glitz and fame are like the hem of Aurora's skirt hanging high in the night, and what flashes past is the ego that is unwilling to fall behind. In this eternally sighing theme, envious eyes cannot alleviate their uncontrolled anxiety.
Every murmur of pain is the reluctance of the victims after tireless questioning.
"So this happened?"
"Because you don't treat me as a human being, I hate you."
"Where's everything I paid for! Is it all fake?"
"The dog I raised with my own hands actually bit me."
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The bones of beautiful women are piled up into a wall of money. Love and hate cannot measure the value.
If desire cannot be dispelled, it can only turn into a savage beast that devours human nature. Those young and restless souls are dragged step by step into the illusion woven into the trap of prosperity, and they stage heartbreaking scenes of Mermaid laments in the city.
In the end, it's just you singing and me appearing on stage, recognizing a foreign country as your hometown.
Concept: unit drama story