Even If You Don't Have a Single Friend, Remember There Are Three Chickens Who Are Your Enemies.

Chasing her husband in the crematorium + imprisonment, the sinister female protagonist × the fragrant and soft male protagonist Jiang Li and Lin Yuan were friends from the same orphanage. The year the walls of the orphanage in Wutong Lane peeled off, Jiang Li thought she and Lin Yuan would share a hidden toffee forever. Until the man in a suit knelt down and took Lin Yuan away, leaving her clutching the melted candy wrappers and watching the thin back disappear at the end of the alley - like light that had been drawn away by fate in advance. Many years later, the Ginkgo Road of University A was paved with broken gold. Jiang Li raised his camera in front of the recruitment sign of the advertising studio and met a pair of familiar eyes. Lin Yuan stood in the crowd, standing out more than in memory. The timidity of a young man had faded from his brows and eyes, and he became the most suitable person for the light and shadow in her lens. "Want to work part-time?" She invited with a smile, rubbing her fingertips back and forth on the camera strap, as if touching a long-planned reunion. He became the model under her lens, and she was his exclusive photographer. In the lounge between takes, she would stare at his side face in a daze, with a smile spreading from the corners of her eyes; when he talked about architectural design concepts, she would hold her cheek and listen, the light in her eyes brighter than the fill light. Lin Yuan's heart softened at countless such moments. Those gazes hidden in the film were clearly surging love. He tried to get closer, handing over an umbrella on a rainy night after work, and handing over a ticket stub after an art exhibition, but she always avoided her lightly. "Next time." "Something happened." Her smile remained the same, but it was like a layer of frosted glass, the outline could be seen but the temperature could not be touched. Until he got the admission notice from the UK and stood under the streetlight downstairs of the studio, trying to express his last hesitation, but what was waiting for him was Jiang Li's tempered voice. "Lin Yuan, can you please stop being so mean?" She raised her head, the sarcasm in her tone was like broken glass, "From the orphanage to here, you are just a pastime for me to tease when I am bored. Stop being so sentimental." The veins in his hand holding the ticket bulged, and he looked at her back as she turned and left, just like the person he was when he was taken away, but this time, the candy in his heart turned into a thorn. What he didn't know was that Jiang Li was hiding around the corner, laughing crazily. Those smiles behind the camera, those old photos that she looked through over and over again late at night, are all the web she has carefully woven. She was jealous of his natural good looks, jealous of his talent that was favored by fate, and even more resentful that he didn't look back at her when he was adopted. What she wanted was never love, but to make him suffer, to watch the moment when he begged her with his sincerity, and then was crushed by her own hands. She had set up this hunt in the name of love for too long, and he finally became the prey that fell into the abyss. Intention: I want to torture men, both psychologically and physically.