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One of the windows revealed the familiar office of Lu Chen Zhou, filled with the cold scent of cedar!
What made my blood run cold was that the wall, usually adorned with famous paintings, was now covered with a dense array of photographs!
All of them were pictures of me!
Candid shots taken from various angles without makeup!
While I was painting, while I was sleeping, while I was lost in thought…
Each one showed my expressionless face, my vacant eyes, marked by that distinct scar.
It resembled a display wall filled with failed experiments.
In the lower right corner of the last photo, there was a line of delicate yet chilling handwriting.
The camera shook slightly with my movements, and that line became momentarily clear—
"On day 3782, she still hasn’t smiled."
The live stream went completely wild!
The comments flooded the screen like a tsunami!
"Surveillance??? He’s been watching you all along???"
"The photo wall!!! Oh my god! What kind of hellish control freak is this!"
"3782 days… ten years?! He’s been documenting every single day?!"
"This isn’t love at all! This is imprisonment! This is psychological abuse!"
"Teacher Su Yan, call the police! Hurry and call the police!"
As I looked at the furious and shocked words on the screen, tears finally streamed down my face.
Not from sadness, but from the tremors of extreme anger!
Ten years!
He had been using this method all along to coldly observe my suffering and numbness!
Like a scientist studying a test subject!
He doesn't care about me at all!
He only cares whether his "work" is perfect! Whether his "pet" is obedient!
A surge of reckless courage seized me!
I suddenly dug out that yellowed piece of paper I had hidden for ten years from the drawer!
It was the admission letter from the Central Academy of Fine Arts that was supposed to belong to "Lin Yan"!
I held it high, almost thrusting it into the camera, my fingertips turning white from the pressure!
"Lu Chen Zhou!"
My voice was hoarse and sharp, filled with a blood-curdling accusation that echoed in the small apartment and spread through every corner of the internet!
"Do you see this?! Look closely!"
"Ten years ago! It was this letter! Central Academy of Fine Arts! Oil Painting Department!"
"What did you turn it into?! A third-rate university! A major in archival management that I have no interest in at all!"
"Tell me! Why did you do this?!"
"You have controlled me for ten years! Transformed me! Monitored me! Turned me into Su Qing's shadow! And now you want to extend it for another ten years!"
"What are you really after?!"
I stared fiercely at the camera, as if I could see the panicked face of that high-and-mighty man who controlled everything through the screen.
"Dare you admit it?!"
"You never loved Su Qing! She is so proud! So opinionated! How could she ever willingly be your caged bird?!"
"What you love is only what you created! A puppet with a scarred face that will never leave you! Forever begging for your affection!"
"What you love—"
Before I could finish my sentence.
Click.
The live stream screen instantly turned pitch black.
The signal was cut off.
Darkness.
Cold, complete darkness.
The moment the live broadcast was interrupted, the world seemed to fall silent as well.
All that remained was my heavy breathing and the dull thud of my heart pounding against my chest.
He cut it off.
Lu Chen Zhou, he was on the other side of the screen, like a deity looking down from above, easily choking off my only, feeble resistance.
The courage I had mustered in a desperate gamble quickly turned into a bone-chilling dread in the face of absolute control.
Fear washed over me like a tide.
Yet, amidst this icy terror, the fleeting image from the live broadcast burned into my mind like a searing iron!
His office!
That wall filled with my candid photos!
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