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The "Lin" was the last insignificant trace of my "original" self that he had left for me.
Looking back now, how hypocritical, how laughable!
I created a live stream room, with a title that was simple and blunt—"About 'Su Yan' and that scar."
Taking a deep breath, I pressed the button to start the live stream.
The screen lit up, and the number of viewers slowly began to rise from zero.
In the camera, my face was as pale as a ghost, but my eyes burned with a near-destructive determination.
The comments started to trickle in.
"Is this Teacher Su Yan?"
"Why isn't the goddess wearing makeup today?"
"Wow, it's the first time seeing Teacher Su live without makeup!"
I watched the flowing text, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest.
My fingertips were icy, almost unable to hold the phone.
But I knew I couldn't back down.
I slowly raised my hand, my fingertip brushing against the familiar flesh-colored patch at the corner of my left eye.
It had been ten years.
It felt like a part of me that had grown on my face.
Today, I am going to tear it off myself.
Under everyone's gaze.
My nails dug into the edge, pulling with force, bit by bit.
The adhesive tugged at my skin, sending a sharp yet subtle pain coursing through me.
That curved, ugly scar, like a coiled venomous snake, was finally exposed under the harsh white light.
In the frame, the comments momentarily froze for a second before erupting into chaos!
"What the hell! What is that?! A scar?!"
"My God! How could Teacher Su have a scar on her face?!"
"That's so scary... I never noticed it before!"
"So all those perfect photos were edited? Concealer patches?"
I looked into the camera, forcing out a smile that was more painful than tears.
"Hello everyone."
My voice trembled slightly, choked with suppressed emotion.
"I am Su Yan... or rather, I am the one you know, living behind the retouched images and concealer of ‘Su Yan’."
"Many people ask me why my paintings always depict backs or profiles."
I chuckled self-deprecatingly, but tears surged uncontrollably to my eyes.
"Because the front is meant for this concealer patch," I said, pointing at the scar, as the camera zoomed in to fully reveal its grotesque nature.
"It's been ten years."
"Every day, I carefully apply it, then practice the Su Qing Style smile in front of the mirror, adjusting my gaze to match Su Qing Style, mimicking her outfits, her preferences, even the strokes of her brush..."
"I have become her shadow, a meticulously crafted imitation."
The barrage of comments scrolled by at a dizzying speed.
Shock, sympathy, doubt, insults... a whirlwind of emotions intertwined.
"Substitute? What does that mean?"
"Su Qing? Is she that jewelry designer Su Qing?"
"Thinking about it gives me chills! Who made her do this?"
"It can't be... President Lu, right?"
I didn't answer directly; instead, I slowly moved the camera, pretending to showcase the easel behind me.
"My place is a bit messy; I just moved in and haven't tidied up yet."
The camera inadvertently swept across the bookshelf beside me.
A thick, hardcover art collection suddenly appeared in the center of the screen—"Su Qing Collection."
On the cover was Su Qing's bright and confident smile.
"Oh, this?" My tone was calm, yet laced with a chilling venom.
"It was given by Mr. Lu. He said that one must constantly learn and grasp the essence to imitate it properly."
The comments erupted once again.
"Is it really Lu Chen Zhou?!"
"That's insane! Using his girlfriend's sister as a stand-in?!"
"Teacher Su Yan, run away!"
I continued adjusting the angle of my phone, seemingly oblivious to the barrage of comments.
The reflection on my phone screen unexpectedly revealed the image displayed on my computer screen behind me.
In that moment, even I was taken aback.
On the computer screen, there were no documents or webpages; instead, it was—live surveillance!
The monitoring footage was divided into several small windows!
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