Never Lonely Someone claimed that the movie <<Phantom of the Theater>> was most probably cursed, or maybe it was Director Chen who was cursed. It led to death both times. Moreover it was even more supernatural this time. The murderer… Read More »ITTMB 166
Red and White “Or is it that…” Ning Ning asked, “you’re actually here to kill me?” Wen Yu looked down at her without speaking. “Compared to Mr. Rabbit, I’m the better choice, right?” Ning Ning slowly looked up at him.… Read More »ITTMB 165
I Am Not Your Enemy The corpse of the makeup artist laid on the floor, her eyes wide open. A shirt was slowly laid on her, covering her body. Chen Shuang He half squatted down and slowly pulled the shirt… Read More »ITTMB 164
Masked Person’s Lover The person who fell was the makeup artist from the crew. The ambulance was still on the way, Director Chen was on the phone. Ning Ning heard what he claimed in the call, “A little accident.” “It’s… Read More »ITTMB 163
Dining Knife Having worked for many years, no matter if it was a new customer or a regular, Wen Yu had always insisted on speaking face-to-face. “I live very far away, I won’t be able to make it today.” “Then… Read More »ITTMB 162
Choose Me What exactly are my feelings towards him? She could not help but have her vision lingered on him. It was impossible to say that she was completely indifferent about him, but to say that she was passionately in… Read More »ITTMB 161
What Hurts Me Director Chen fell sick. The news spread like wildfire, some unscrupulous tabloids had already published his obituary. “He’s now holding on to his last breath.” Li Bo Yue placed the contract in front of Ning Ning. “His… Read More »ITTMB 160
I’m Right Here Being addressed as such made Ning Ning feel breathless, she did not know how to face him in that moment. “No, yes, here…” Ning Ning spoke incoherently for a moment. She looked at him a little nervously… Read More »ITTMB 159
A Boundary that cannot be Crossed “Haha, isn’t it here now?” The village chief broke free from the hands of his two sons, limping as he ran a few steps forward. His snow white hair was scattered in the wind,… Read More »ITTMB 158
The Opera House within the Fog “The fourth act?” The village chief laughed. “There has never been a fourth act.” Was that really the case? “Ever since I was born, the villagers have been acting in front of me,” Ning… Read More »ITTMB 157