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Your fingertips slide mechanically across the screen until a photo catches your eye—a woman kneeling on dark grey bedsheets, the thin straps of a black nightgown hanging off her shoulders, with a dark red birthmark on her lower back. You know that birthmark all too well. Lv Anyun. Clicking into the profile, the bio is just one line: "Married a useless old thing." Scrolling down, post after post—glittering sequin dresses, beautiful selfies, captions that... make your cheeks flush. Every single one has hundreds or thousands of likes. The Lv Anyun at home is always dignified and disgusted. When she knocks on your door in the morning to tell you to make breakfast, her tone is as cold as iron bars. She nitpicks every dish you cook, and when she puts her chopsticks down, she says raising you is worse than raising a dog. But the woman on the screen right now... The pinned tweet was posted two days ago. A wine-red dress, with the caption: "Available today." You stare at that photo for a long time, until the phone screen locks itself. Your own face is reflected on the black screen. You unlock it again, and with trembling fingertips, you press "Follow".