Delusion

In the school’s equipment room, Liang Jin made a bet with Shen Keye. At the time, she thought he was just toying with her.
Liang Jin took the initiative and stood before him, saying, “I’m going to pursue you.”
But in her heart, she was only thinking of her seriously ill mother.

They were truly worlds apart. When the curtain fell on the young girl’s black ballet dress, Shen Keye stood apart from the crowd, applauding. He was the school’s heartthrob, the famous heir from a prestigious family that everyone at the Hong Kong university knew—the kind who could casually sign off 260,000 on a bill.
But behind closed doors, in corners unknown to anyone, she was always baiting him.

He mocked her, saying, “Liang Jin, be careful, or I’ll actually mess you up.”

Liang Jin thought she would never fall in love with Shen Keye.
But the day she truly did fall for him, they had already fallen out completely.

An airport farewell kiss stretched into eight years.
It was she who left without a word.

Years later, they met again. Liang Jin was with her fiancé.
A brief encounter after the alumni gathering, his mocking words: “Don’t know her.”

And that night, her bathroom at home was invaded. Entangled, moist breaths, and in the darkness, Liang Jin saw the possessiveness flooding the man’s gaze.
Shen Keye pushed the woman’s slender shoulders, his voice cold: “Liang Jin, we just broke up. That doesn’t mean we’re not getting married.”

Young lovers, trapped in an unrelenting obsession.
/ From Liang Qingyu’s novel, Scorching Rain

“The world is my oyster, which I with sword will open.” —Shakespeare