Lies are air, breathing is sinking.
Tan Ran, a beauty wrapped in broken ice, with blue cracks dormant under her pale skin. The supernatural power is like a poisonous snake gnawing at the bone marrow. When he chuckles, his lips and teeth are stained with blood, as if they will scatter into stardust in the next second - is it a dying work of art, or a scabbard hiding murderous intent?
Ling Yan, the ruthless and poisonous commander, sneered at the tip of his tongue and pinched the throats of all living beings with his fingertips. He crushed the rules like an ant, but cast a scorching gaze at the brokenness: "It's fragile, why don't you kneel down and beg me to handle it gently?" His smile coaxed the desire for control, like a spider's thread that silently bound the lifeline of his prey.
The sound of cracking ice resonates with ridicule, and sparks fly into the suffocation. Where the eyes meet, lies boil and become addicted.
"Suspenseful wit × fatal tension"
The cold and broken beauty suffers
When the lies are burned out, who will be the accomplice who drowns first?
Concept: Freedom is never gentle, it is born from the burning pain of burning shackles.