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"Lin" was the last insignificant trace of my "original" self that he had left for me.
Looking back now, how hypocritical, how laughable!
I created a live stream room with a simple and blunt title—"About 'Su Yan' and that scar."
Taking a deep breath, I pressed the button to start the live stream.
The screen lit up, and the number of viewers slowly began to rise from zero.
In the camera, my face was as pale as a ghost, but my eyes burned with a near-destructive determination.
Danmu comments began to appear sporadically.
"Is this Teacher Su Yan?"
"Why isn't the goddess wearing makeup today?"
"Wow, it's the first time seeing Teacher Su without makeup in a live stream!"
I watched the swirling words, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest.
My fingertips were icy, almost unable to hold the phone.
But I knew I couldn't back down.
I slowly raised my hand, my fingertip brushing against the familiar flesh-colored patch at the corner of my left eye.
It had been ten years.
It felt like a part of me that had grown on my face.
Today, I will tear it off with my own hands.
Under everyone's gaze.
My nails dug into the edge, pulling with force, bit by bit.
The adhesive tugged at my skin, sending a sharp yet subtle pain coursing through me.
That crooked, ugly scar lay exposed like a coiled venomous snake, finally revealed under the harsh white light.
In the frame, the comments section froze for a second, then erupted in chaos!
"What the hell! What is that?! A scar?!"
"My God! How could Teacher Su have a scar on her face?!"
"So terrifying... I never noticed it before!"
"So all those perfect photos were edited? Concealer patches?"
I looked into the camera, forcing out a smile that was more painful than tears.
"Hello everyone."
My voice trembled, choked with uncontainable emotion.
"I am Su Yan... or rather, the one you know, living behind the retouched images and concealer of 'Su Yan.'"
"Many people ask me why my paintings always feature backs or profiles."
I laughed at myself, but tears welled up uncontrollably. "Because the front is reserved for this concealer patch." I pointed at the scar, and the camera zoomed in, showing its hideousness in full. "Ten years." "Every day, I carefully apply it, then face the mirror, practice Su Qing Style's smile, adjust Su Qing Style's eyes, imitate her clothes, her preferences, and even her painting strokes..." "I have become her shadow, a carefully crafted fake." Danmu comments scrolled so fast that it was blurry. Shock, sympathy, doubt, abuse...all kinds of emotions intertwined. "Stand-in? What do you mean?" "Su Qing? Is it the jewelry designer Su Qing?" "It's terrifying to think about it! Who asked her to do this?" "Could it be... President Lu?" I didn't answer directly, but just slowly moved the camera, pretending to want to show the easel behind me. "The house is a bit messy. I just moved here and haven't cleaned it up yet." The camera inadvertently swept across the bookshelf next to it.
A thick, beautifully bound art book suddenly appeared in the center of the screen—The Su Qing Collection.
On the cover was Su Qing's bright and confident smile.
"Oh, this?" My tone was calm, yet laced with a chilling venom.
"It was a gift from Mr. Lu. He said that one must always learn and grasp the essence in order to imitate it properly."
The comments section erupted in chaos.
"Is it really Lu Chen Zhou?!"
"That's insane! Using his girlfriend's sister as a stand-in?!"
"Teacher Su Yan, run!"
I continued to adjust the angle of my phone, seemingly oblivious to the frenzy of comments.
The reflection on my phone screen unexpectedly revealed the image on my computer screen behind me.
In that moment, I was taken aback.
The computer screen displayed not a document or a webpage, but—live surveillance!
A series of small windows showing real-time monitoring!
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