Who Is Who?

When Yang Jiaxi squatted in the water boiling room to replace antidepressants with vitamin bottles, Zhao Muyang's shadow loomed over her head. The tip of the student council president's pen touched the end of her dyed chestnut hair: "Article 8 of the school rules prohibits hair dyeing," but when she turned around, she caught a glimpse of the light blue pinholes left by chemotherapy under her collar. The eighteen-year-old secret was like broken glass, breaking into two people who were pretending to be normal in the key class - he suppressed the surveillance video of secretly taking painkillers in the laboratory for her, and she broke through the humiliating moment when his father threw the check on the piano. When He Lili rushed into the dormitory with his mobile phone, Wang Yuanyuan was stuffing Jiaxi's schoolbag with egg yolk cakes: "The forum said you seduced Zhao Muyang as a third party!" Zhou Wen leaned in the corridor and sneered. The second male student who had always competed with Zhao Muyang for the top spot in the grade still had editing records posted anonymously on his fingertips. On the sidelines of the basketball court, Meng Chuan grabbed his friend who was going to argue: "The list of scholarships funded by the Wang family will be announced tomorrow. Are you sure you want to offend Wang Yuanyuan now?" On the rooftop on New Year's Eve, three pairs of shadows were burned on the mottled wall by fireworks. Zhao Muyang put her grandmother's jade bracelet on Jiaxi's wrist. In the distance, Zhou Wen blocked He Lili in the stairwell and wiped her tears. Meng Chuan's apology rose was being thrown into the fountain by Wang Yuanyuan. But fate showed its fangs in the morning light: Zhao Group's lawyer showed up holding a paternity test and found that Zhao Muyang was actually the illegitimate son of Jiaxi's father who lived abroad; the "voluntary kidney donation" clause in the student aid agreement stated that the beneficiary was Zhao Muyang's critically ill mother. Six years later at the Paris Biennale, the award-winning work "Symbiotic Roots" shocked the art world - on a cracked canvas, ginkgo trees intertwined in the concrete to form a heart shape. When the power went out during the reception, three diamond rings flashed simultaneously in different corners. Zhao Muyang pushed the platinum ring onto Jiaxi's ring finger: "The bracelet melted into a matching ring"; Zhou Wen knelt down on his knees holding He Lili's torn competition registration form; Meng Chuan drew a ten-year-late smile on Wang Yuanyuan's palm: "Actually, the egg yolk cake... I baked it." The emergency bell suddenly rang, and everyone rushed to the corner of the exhibition hall. The old man in the wheelchair is tremblingly touching the label of the painting. There is hidden the truth about an obstetrician secretly changing the baby twenty years ago. It turns out that the cause and effect of all the entanglements was that he wrote the wrong name as early as the first cry. . . Intent: Romance