——Myopia will see the red neon lights in the light blue evening as a smoky sunset
(Shen Zhao x Lin Wantang, the author is currently writing and reading step by step)
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Shen Zhao's world was once a precision-running clock, until Lin Wantang broke in wearing 7cm thick-soled shoes and disrupted all signals with her champagne-colored curly hair. She is a rose cocktail under neon lights, with the fragrance of roses and the burning power of alcohol, making Shen Zhao willing to drown in the dangerous neon lights.
The scratches on the lenses are getting deeper and deeper, just like the crazy love in Shen Zhao's heart, a drunken break can easily become the gateway to rupture. She carved an undoubted declaration with a kiss and hid this thorny rose in her apartment - there was no hustle and bustle of the bar, no men chatting with her, just the paradise she built for Wan Tang, filled with desserts and gorgeous skirts.
Lin Wantang's arrogance and willfulness crashed into Shen Zhao's gloomy sight, and the ambiguous pull in the past turned into a wrestling match in the smoke. She is still the bright yet evil flower, burning those who come with her innocent malice; while the obsession in Shen Zhao's eyes has long been hardened into cold frost, and in the blue-like depressing dusk, a drama in the name of love is staged, from which no one can escape.
Concept: Self-love is the dough in the hands of the confused cook