Everyone living in the current society is more or less wearing a mask, willingly or unwillingly, only hiding their sincerity.
After losing her mother, Xingye had a cold face and isolated herself from the world, just to cry freely when no one was around. Yang Lele's smile was as beautiful as a flower, bright and moving, but the deepest hatred was buried in her heart. Xiaorou has always been gentle and cowardly, but she does one thing more decisively than anyone else.
Is his lazy charm and gentleness just another fake mask?
A fire changed their fate.
The Shen family's daughter returned, greedily enjoying everything that should not belong to her, but she didn't know that there was another person who was struggling to find out the truth until that person stood in front of her.
Xingye murmured: In my heart, brother Lin Feng ranks first, Xiaorou ranks second...
Shen Yan: What about me? (Tears)
Xingye couldn't bear it: You should be ranked third for now.
Shen Yan: No, I want to tie for first place with that guy Lin Feng! !