Lu Ningshuang has been living in the mirror that everyone envies, but he knows that this is just a lie that can be exposed immediately. As long as you indulge in it, you will fall into the hopeless Rashomon.
? The hypocritical mask of nobleness conceals the decadence and paranoia in his bones, gradually immersing his body in the obscure gray ocean, and heading towards the trough of desire.
Lu Ningshuang thought that day was the same as usual. He walked to his friend's part-time job. The blue windows were like a bottomless sea, swallowing him from the soles of his feet like a nightmare.
Brush the window to be pulled open.
The afterglow of the setting sun shone in.
"Young Master, let's experience the people's feelings~"
She leaned against the window, sweat dripping down her skin, her narrow eyes looked like foxes, and her amber eyes were smiling. The ends of her hair rest on her shoulders, and
With the heat of the setting sun.
The upper class gatherings were filled with silent depression, sneering looks, and disdainful eyebrows that made Lu Ningshuang's heart want to be bound by a cage.
[Look down.
The phone screen flashed.
She looked up at him outside the mansion.
Lu Ningshuang couldn't think any more. He rolled down from the second floor like a flying bird.
Grand fireworks bloomed in the sky, and the white suit did not wait for the couture dress. Lu Ningshuang put Tan He's hand on her shoulder and hugged her weakly with her right hand.
They danced in the lonely night.
They kissed in the lonely moonlight.
"Tan He, once you hold him, you can't let him go."
Tan He held his hand in the countercurrent of the crowd.
You are the bird I yearn for and my unruly wild wind.
The little bully in the old street x the poor young man in the mansion area
The powerful straight-ball player vs. The sensitive and crazy Ragdoll cat
Intention: Strive towards a better tomorrow.