A Summer in the Pine Forest

"The bet is about three years, in exchange for your sincerity." The confession under the cherry blossom tree eight years ago was the pinnacle of my stupidity in my life. Lu Chenzhou's sneer at that time is still in his ears: "Okay, a toy." Three years later, he punctuated the bet with an even greater humiliation - at his group's anniversary, he played a secretly recorded private video of me in the most embarrassing state. The whole hall burst into laughter so sharp it could pierce the eardrums. At that moment, all the admiration and expectations were dead. In front of him, I blocked all his contact information. What I thought was the end was actually the beginning of another five-year hell that never saw the light of day.