The gilt school badge peeled off in the heavy rain, and Mosinai was forced to step into the cobweb of intrigue carefully woven in Liang Ji.
The blue rose letterhead hides the reflection of a corpse in the swimming pool, the blood-stained ballot marks the foundation's dirty sacrifice, and in the ashes of the "accidental fire" when he was ten years old, lurks the taboo origin of the intertwined fate of the two.
When her sedative pill box is entangled with the scent of absinthe on his sleeve, when secrets turn into blades against each other's throats, the ending of this game is written from the first drop of blood - they are accomplices sewn together by lies, the paradox of the thorn bird and the iron cage, and the abyss of chaos created by splashes of red and blue paint.
The truth is like a mottled oil painting. After scraping away the layers of oil paint, you can only see the young man pinching her trembling waist in the thunderstorm: "Drown with me, or be buried alone in the eternal night."
Purpose: Find the truth of love among the ruins of lies