Finally, Lin Qianqian discovered the reason for Lu Yin’s drastic personality change. Inside a locked cabinet, she found a painting. The person in the painting had the same face as herself, but was unclothed, her tear-streaked face filled with an asphyxiating terror.
In her panic, Lu Yin stood behind her, hands covered in paint reaching out as if to smear her with mud.
Lin Qianqian fled, tearing off a corner of the painting in her haste. Written there was the most sincere and hidden confession of a deeply troubled person—
Je suis contrôlé par la conscience.
I am controlled by desire.
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(Note: The original French literally translates to “I am controlled by conscience”)
