"When the moonlight kisses the thorns, the liar will bleed."
After breaking up on that snowy night three years ago, Jiang Xiaoan left Fu Rinchuan three things:
A pen with a name engraved on it,
Twenty-three returned Paris postcards,
There are also the elven thorns that dig into the palms, and the curse that occurs every rainy night.
When they met again, Fu Linchuan was an upstart in the business world, and Jiang Xiaoan was the editor of a publishing house.
No one knew that the skin of this talented architect's suit was covered with blue cracks.
Just like no one noticed that "retrograde amnesia" was written in Jiang Xiaoan's medical record.
"Mr. Fu, the beauty is hidden in the golden house." Jiang Xiaoan pinched the pink toothbrush in the bathroom and chuckled.
Fu Linchuan pressed him against the refrigerator, blood dripping down the broken glass: "It was sent by room service."
——They have all forgotten that elven thorns only take root on liars.
When the taxidermist in the gear clock tower reveals his mechanical tentacles,
When the "Eternal Night" ring on Lin Yan's hand resonated with the moonlight,
This elven curse that spanned hundreds of years was finally revealed:
It turns out that the most painful thing is never the thorns digging into the flesh.
But someone is willing to be the container of your memory,
Hollow out your heart,
Plant a lie that will never wither.
Concept: strong and sadistic love