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Someone like Liang Yi, who makes a living by making masks for women,

is actually most addicted to a woman's hands.

A face can be modified. Even the gender can be changed.

But the hands

cannot be changed.

It was almost the perfect crime.

You're so intelligent.

How did you fall into Liang Yi's trap?

Because of my face.

In my profession,

men have always had an absolute advantage.

The clients see the male architects first.

Zhang Xin.

They trust the men more.

But me? A woman with an ordinary face

is forever buried in a crowd.

It's just like a heavy ceiling

that blocks my pathway from going up.

I have to compete with so many men just for one opportunity.

If I cannot be seen at the first glance,

the opportunity will be taken away by someone else.

Therefore, I swore to make a lasting impression.

The ceiling that gender could not break through,

I would use beauty to break through it.

Absolutely, no problem.

Believe me. You only need to close your eyes and take a nap.

When you wake up,

you'll be just as beautiful as they are.

And then, Liang Yi treated you just like he did with the other women.

He took the opportunity to drug you.

I was the first victim.

The evil secret room...

was designed by me.

So perfect. Such a flawless design.

Miss Jiang, I really owe you a lot for the design.

Didn't you waive my surgery fee?

Dr. Liang,

why do you want to build this secret room in your luxury apartment?

When I was young, I had some ridiculous fantasies.

Now that I've grown up,

I must find a place where I'm not disturbed

and can daydream.

Why didn't you report it to the police at that time?

If I reported it to the police,

he would've immediately distributed those videos.

My career would've been ruined.

I had to think about my future.

Even though I would move on with a thousand wounds,

I wouldn't stop at the same spot.

So, you watched other women follow your steps and did nothing.

I admit,

to some degree,

I was his accessory.

He humiliated me, violated me. He toyed with me.

He made me introduce clients to him, endlessly.

Sometimes, I actually felt grateful to him

for the face that he gave me.

With this face, I was able to make a name for myself,

and gained fame and money.

But the more I got, the less I felt like I could oppose him.

Why did you kill him later then?