
My name is Su Tangyin, the receptionist at Yunshang Ji, earning twenty-four thousand a month, three times the industry average. Why? Because of this face – the campus belle for four years. Rules only bind those who need to strive, never me. But that night, a warm light seeped from the crack of door B3-07, and the doorknob bore fresh scuff marks. I had to push it open: a Song Dynasty wedding dress, what harm in trying it on? The result? The silk ribbons locked shut, impossible to remove. The boss appeared with a key: "This wedding dress has been prepared for you for five years." So this face attracted not only privilege, but a meticulously laid trap.

