Darkness is no longer pure devouring.The cardboard that she held tightly in her arms and painted with the broken starry sky became the only coordinates that she could perceive and truly exist in this boundless darkness.When the sound of the door lock turning sounded early the next morning, Su Wan was no longer as panicked as before. She quickly took the painting, which carried all her rebellion and hope, and carefully stuffed it into an imperceptible crack under the mattress, cracked by wear and tear.After doing all this, she slowly got up, and her face had hung the "moonlight", docile and quiet smile again, welcoming the new day's procedural feeding.From that day on, Su Wan's life was divided into two completely different worlds.One is a performance venue belonging to "moonlight" in broad daylight.One is a secret workshop belonging to "Su Wan", in the eternal night.In the "performance field", she became an increasingly perfect actor.She was able to use Lu Qingyue's way to cut the medium-rare steak into precise 1.5 cm wide, and then chew it elegantly 15 times.She could speak to the tablet and use a voice that was 99% similar to Lu Qingyue, sweetly reciting those love poems she had never read.She even learned to enjoy the pervasive gardenia scent, because during her daily routine check-up, Uncle Chen would check whether the taste on her body was "pure" with an almost paranoid, antique-looking gaze.With this extreme, impeccable obedience, she firmly locked the attention of Bo Jinshen and Uncle Chen on this perfect skin called "Moonlight".
Her perfection is her best disguise. It is the highest level of cordon she has pulled up for the real Su Wan who is sharpening a knife deep in her soul.And when night fell, when the last rays of artificial light were isolated, her "secret workshop" was officially opened.Matches and packaging cartons have become her most precious strategic materials.She no longer needs to change the maid, but sorts out the clothes and supplies that are sent every day. With an almost reverent attitude, she would disassemble and flatten the hard-textured cardboard boxes printed with luxury logos one by one, and hide them in the mezzanine of the mattress. They are her canvas, her only territory against the world.As for matches, she regards them as treasures.Every day, she would light the "white moonlight" scented candle according to the regulations. But she only let it burn for one minute, and immediately blew it out after the time point at which Uncle Chen might pass the surveillance check. The remaining matches were secretly accumulated by her and became her paintbrush and her carving knife.Her creation is no longer a aimless vent.She began to systematically and systematically build her own design world.She was once the most gifted student in the jewelry design department, and that was the only thing in her life that she truly loved and fought for. Bo Jinshen can imprison her body and erase her identity, but it cannot take away her talent and memory of lines and structure engraved in her bones.In the absolute darkness, with the touch of her fingertips and the design skills she had already been familiar with, she began to draw her blueprint for revenge on those rough cardboards.Her first series of designs, she named it "Cage".The first work is a brooch, which she named "Heart of Thorns".She used the burned carbon strips to draw a heart tightly entangled with countless thorns. The lines of those thorns are sharp and determined, and each spike has a fierce severity that pierces everything. The heart wrapped in it has a strange, mirror-smooth texture on the surface, as if it has been completely numb and has lost its ability to beat.This is her most straightforward description of her situation. That heart is her former soft heart. And those thorns are the pervasive imprisonment and harm that Bo Jinshen inflicted on her in the name of love.The second work is a pair of earrings called "Broken Moonlight".She drew a crescent moon, and the shape was the same as the logo of the "Moonlight Project". But she didn't make it complete. She used extremely sharp lines to split the crescent moon from the middle, and at the break, there were countless sharp fragments that burst outward. On the largest of the fragments, she forcefully touched a small, almost invisible five-pointed star.This is her declaration of war on the identity of "Lu Qingyue". She wants to break this false moon and let the star hidden behind the moonlight that belongs to Su Wan shine tenaciously, even if it is only a faint little.The third piece is a necklace, which she calls "silent screaming".The main body of the necklace is a canary imprisoned in a gorgeous birdcage. The canary is extremely exquisitely shaped, with plump wings and an elegant posture. But its beak was stitched together by a thin gold thread, dead and cruel. Its eyes were designed as two huge, hollow obsidians, with no brilliance inside, only endless, abyss-like hollows.When painting this work, Su Wan's mind was full of scenes of him practicing pronunciation over and over again in front of the voiceprint analysis software. It was the moment when her throat was hoarse, but she was judged to be "unqualified". It was the moment when she wanted to cry, but was forbidden to cry by the "code of conduct"."Sand... Sand... Sand ..."The sound of carbon strips scratching on the cardboard became the only accompaniment in this eternal night.She was immersed in this secret, risky creative pleasure, almost obsessive.Hate is her best inspiration.Pain is her most accurate carving knife.Every stroke is a silent accusation. Each work is a future epitaph carefully prepared by her for Bo Jinshen.She hid these drawings, one by one, layer by layer, into the depths of the mattress.There, is her arsenal.Such a day, calmly, passed for almost a month.Until one afternoon, the door that cut off all her worlds was opened without warning at a time that did not belong to meals and cleaning.Su Wan's heart jumped suddenly.She was kneeling on the floor, ready to start her work today. At her hand, there was the box of matchboxes with many "paintbrushes".Like lightning, she kicked the matchbox under the bed, then quickly stood up, her face had switched to the standard, gentle expression of "moonlight" with a hint of curiosity.The one who came in was the housekeeper Uncle Chen.His expression was more serious than usual.In his hand, he did not hold a ring ruler or a tablet.Instead, he was holding a huge dress box tied with a bow tied with a white silk ribbon."Sir," Uncle Chen's voice, like a cold stone, was thrown into the calm lake, "Three days later, it was the annual business dinner of the Bo Group. You will be a ... of Mr. Female companion, attend together. "Date.This word, coming out of Uncle Chen's mouth, has an extreme irony.Su Wan's nails pinched into the palm of his hand in an instant.Uncle Chen put the dress box on the bed and slowly opened it.Inside, there is a breathtakingly beautiful white evening dress.The material of the dress is top-quality silk, with silver thread on it, hand-embroidered with large gardenias, and the stamens of each flower are embellished with a small, genuine diamond. Under the dim light of the room, there is still a luxurious and cold light.This dress is almost exactly the same as the one Lu Qingyue wore at the eighteenth birthday party.It's just that it's more expensive and more ... Like a lifeless work of art."This is a special invitation from Mr. to an Italian designer to ... you For 'moonlight', tailor-made. "In Uncle Chen's voice, no emotion could be heard."The jewelry that matches the dress, sir, is also ready. Someone will send it tomorrow. "He paused, and with those sharp eyes, he finally looked at Su Wan, as if he was checking a product that was about to leave the factory for the exhibition and must not make any mistakes."This is the first time you have appeared in public as a 'moonlight'. I don't want or allow any mistakes. ""What the gentleman wants to see is a perfect, impeccable one that everyone can recognize at a glance, you are 'Miss Qingyue'... Opus. ""Do you understand?""... I see. "Su Wan lowered her eyes and responded softly with Lu Qingyue's soft and obedient voice.Uncle Chen seemed satisfied with her reaction, nodded, and turned to leave."Click."The door locked again.Su Wan was still standing still, motionless.Her eyes fell on the extremely gorgeous dress.Every blooming gardenia on it, in her opinion, looked like a hideous, mocking grimace.Banquet...In front of the public...She will be forced to put on the most perfect mask and stand beside the devil, like a beautifully decorated trophy, to be scrutinized by all.That cage will extend from this dark bedroom to the entire high society of Cloud City.She will have nowhere to escape.A bone-chilling chill instantly spread all over her body from the soles of her feet.She turned abruptly and looked at the seemingly flat bed.Her breathing became rapid in an instant.Her secret ...Her drawings...Her small, fragile starry sky, built of hatred and dreams...In the face of this impending and gorgeous storm, it is possible to be completely destroyed at any time.She must, until then, hide them deeper and more secretively.Su Wan's eyes became extremely determined in an instant.She knew that this banquet was more than just a humiliation for her.It is a ... A life-or-death test.