Jiang Zhou has loved "stealing light through a hole in the wall" since childhood, basking in the shade cast by others.
She is skilled at reaching out to the branches of the powerful, clinging and winding around them for a moment of pleasure.
The first time she crossed the line, she smiled and called herself vulgar. The next moment, she dragged the light down into the abyss and took on a saintly air of judgment.
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