Xu Zhuo's life for the past twenty years was simply more bloody than shit. She didn't like to talk about her experiences, and she didn't want others to know about her. She was afraid that her bad things would be known, and she would have to run away again. She had already run away twice, until another girl said to her in tears, "I treat you as my best friend, but you are not sincere to me." Xu Zhuo felt like her mask was being taken off...
Concept: You are not someone's accessory, you are your own