"Do you hate me?"
Lin Ziyi leaned closer, her fingertips were cold, and her smile was as sweet as honey.
Zhang Xinwei knew that this was the signal that the nightmare had begun——
She can foresee the future.
In that future, this nominal "sister" would stare at her with wet innocent eyes, tear her nerves with the click of her belt buckle, and drive her to collapse bit by bit under the warm appearance of reorganizing the family.
What's even more frightening is that this is coming true.
My mother died mysteriously in a car accident at Wisteria Bridge, my father's remarried new home has glass windows full of fine cracks, and the temptation hidden in my stepmother's gentle greetings...
And Lin Ziyi's sweet whisper:
"Good sister, you can't escape."
When foresight becomes a curse,
When "family" becomes a nightmare,
This wisteria bridge that devours a life every three months,
Are you also staring at their ending?
Purpose: When the family becomes a prison, and blood or nominal 'relatives' become the perpetrators, how do the victims struggle to survive in the double imprisonment of sex and spirit?
