Caged butterfly
On a rainy night, Lin Wanxing huddled under the shed of a convenience store holding a wet picture album. Shen Zhiyi's Bentley ran over the water and dragged her into the abyss of loss of control. "Shen Zhiyi, from tonight, you belong to me." The woman's words were like shackles, locking her into the mountainside villa.
Here, Shen Zhiyi kept her captive with exquisite food, clothing, and expensive painting materials, and weaved a tight network of surveillance and bodyguards to polish her etiquette, just like carving a private treasure. Lin Wanxing tried hunger strikes and climbed over high walls, but due to Shen Zhiyi's tenderness in feeding him porridge late at night and the low curse of "Don't run away, you can't escape", he fell into the struggle of confinement and attachment.
When Shen Zhiyi's past was uncovered, the two of them were in a game between imprisonment and redemption. The moonlight in the villa was broken and rounded, and their souls were already entangled. It was impossible to tell who trapped whom and who redeemed whom. This cage in the name of love trapped the body and quietly entangled the heart.
Intention: None
