Human beings are, in truth, creatures of disguise. Everyone wears a layer of gauze to protect their last shreds of privacy and dignity. But for Jian An'an, everything about her, inside and out, had been hollowed out.
She was now little more than a walking corpse, an empty shell.
She had fallen in love with someone—loved him desperately and deeply—and from that moment on, she had stepped into a trap from which there was no return, plunging into a damp, dark corner where she could never climb back out.
Chapter 590