Forbidden Colors

The first time Song Lin left me was at three o'clock in the morning. That year, I had just walked through the opening of Valentino. The 24-year-old Giulio Park, who was of Italian and Korean descent, had walked in shows in Paris, Milan, and New York. Fame, resources, and invitations all came in like a flood. I once thought that I had already passed the stage of being impressed by anyone. But she just glanced at the phone. No explanation, no comfort, and no decent reason given to me. She stood up from me and put on her coat again, as if all the intimacy just now was just a short stay for her. And I sat there, watching her leave. I didn't ask her where she was going. The next day, the assistant sent a watch. It's not the most exaggerated brand, but it's expensive enough. It's expensive enough that I understand: She didn't forget last night, she just doesn't want to talk about it. Later I found out that the car would take her back to the villa in the middle of the mountain. No parties are held there, no friends are received, and no unrelated people are allowed to approach. The driver won't say a word, the housekeeper only accepts her instructions, and the doctors and nursing team enter and exit through another door. I haven't been in. But I know there is a person living there. A person who could make Song Lin suddenly pull away from any intimacy. Someone she couldn't bring to anyone, couldn't explain to anyone, and couldn't really let go of. Before meeting Song Lin, I thought I knew enough about this industry. I have met too many rich people. Some people use money to buy a night of beauty, some use resources in exchange for young people's obedience, and some use the show as a hunting ground, and whoever they pick should be grateful. Song Lin is not. Money is just the most superficial thing about her. She rarely speaks in person, but she always makes the results happen according to her wishes. People she doesn't like will quietly disappear from the list in the next season; people she takes a second look at will be sent to a higher level the next day. She is like some kind of dark tide. You thought you were standing firmly, but when she looked back at you, you realized that the direction of your feet had changed. I was once her chosen one. Later, Voss also came. He was too young, too beautiful, and his ambition was so bright it was almost blinding. The way he looked at Song Lin was like looking at a door that had finally opened to him. When I looked at him, I felt like I was seeing myself many years ago. We all thought that as long as we got close to Song Lin, we would be taken away from our original lives. But Song Lin was not the exit. She is forbidden color. You can't look at it for a long time, you can't stay for a long time, you can't ask her who she really hides in her life. But I still want to win. Not over the people in that villa I hope that one day, when she looks at me, she doesn't just allow me to get close. But be willing to stop for me. —— Reading tips: 1. A multi-line relationship story with the heroine at the center. The introduction is from Giulio's perspective and does not represent the only official partner. The text contains multiple endings. Non-NP, non-same timeline multi-person relationship. 2. Including care, old foster relationship, poor resources, private order, and non-traditional love relationship. 3. The three lines of Zhu Yi/Giulio/Voss are all important relationship lines. They are each established and each has a HE ending. They are not the only traditional official stock buying article. 4. The heroine has shades of gray, is not perfect, and is not a saint. 5. The title of the book refers to the title of the song of the same name. "Forbidden colors" are not bright colors, but people and relationships that cannot be looked at for a long time, cannot be explained clearly, and cannot be easily approached. Intention: Learn to love and let go, find yourself and freedom.