The vines growing out of hell are entangled with the light of salvation.
In order to find my biological brother, I ransacked the devil's cave with blood, but I rescued another boy who was covered in bruises. Your desperate eyes and the coquettish mole on your eyelids have become a thorn in my heart - I know that he is not my biological brother, but when you timidly call out "brother", you respond by mistake.
From then on, I became "Lu Da". I am held in the palm of your hand, well-dressed and well-fed, and carefully nurtured into an angel who knows nothing about the world and is only obsessed with art. Glass greenhouse, dance studio, collection of famous paintings... Luzhai seems to have become an ivory tower isolated from hell. You are addicted to the perfect masterpiece carved by your own hands, and you regard me as an eyeball that cannot be stained in the slightest.
However, lies are a double-edged sword. Beneath your obedient and obedient appearance, you hide your deeply buried fangs.
I greedily absorbed this twisted warmth and wanted to occupy my "brother" at all costs. As you try to distance yourself, my carefully woven web begins to tighten.
You are pure and flawless art, and you are also a fake who understands the darkness. When cracks appear in the perfect mask, how will this forbidden dependence that started with lies end? In the whirlpool of possessiveness and protection, who is the real hunter and who is the willing prisoner?
Intention: What is true cannot be false, what is false cannot be true