Seventeen-year-old Ji Mian, with burns from cigarette butts and eleven-year-old scars on his body, was thrown into the Gu family's old house by his mother like trash.
Her grandmother is dying. Everyone was staring at the will.
The Gu family is a cannibalistic house. The uncle's eyes were like knives, the aunt's smile had a thorn hidden in it, and the old lady Gu Lanzhi's cloudy eyes were filled with guilt and calculation. And in the deepest part of this deep house, there is a woman named Shen Zhiyao - the Gu family's lawyer, who is as cold as a knife without temperature. When Ji Mian saw her for the first time, she only said three words: "It's not her."
The old lady was sent to the emergency room late at night. Ji Mian hid behind the rockery and saw Shen Zhiyao standing outside the chaotic crowd, with his hands in his coat pockets and no expression on his face. Then the woman's gaze passed through the crowd and locked her position accurately.
Examine. Look around. Like a hunter assessing the value of his prey.
The winter that year was extremely cold. The walls of the old house are very high, the doors are very thick, and there are no lights in the corridor. Ji Mian thought she was just a passerby in this house, but she didn't know that the dirty secrets of the Gu family were tightening around her inch by inch - and the only person in the world who could see the overall situation clearly was the person who should be least trusted.
A house, two women.
A man covered in scars but refused to bow his head.
One that is cold to the bone but makes people unable to take their eyes away.
When the truth was peeled off layer by layer, and when the secrets surfaced one by one, Ji Mian finally understood that some relationships were an abyss from the beginning. The most suffocating thing is not the darkness itself, but the fact that you start to covet the hands that are strangling your neck in the darkness.
"Are you afraid of me?" Shen Zhiyao asked.
"... Scared."
"That's right."
There is always a thin line between love and imprisonment.
And their story, from the first glance, was destined to be named suffocation.
Purpose: To express sincere emotions.
