"Beauty is in the bones, not the skin, but you... You only have the skin and no bones."
Ye Lingling has been praised for her beauty since she was little, and has been placed with infinite high hopes by her elders. All the expectations made her breathless, until one day, someone told her, you don't have to be like this, you are already very good, and in my heart you are the most perfect one.
Beauty is skin and bones, do I have bones?
Am I a human being or a puppet?
Does it have a skin, or does it have an inner soul?
She is so scared, who will save her?
CP: Ye Lingling × Oslo
(I can no longer control my imagination, Zhuo)
Concept: Still a story with a supporting role
