Before she turned five, Mu Ziyan was an innocent, happy child who thought she was the happiest girl in the world.
But when a blade cut her face and her skin was peeled away, she watched as her half-sister successfully took her face and became her. Her entire world came crashing down.
If that blade hadn’t carved the bone from her chest, she would never have known the pain of having her chest torn open, nor that family could be so cold as to become utterly heartless.
At fifteen, she dug out her own heart with her bare hands and was reborn, living only for revenge.
Mu Ziqing, even if I peel your skin, carve out your bones, and dig out your heart just as you did to me, it still won’t bury this bone-deep hatred! Ten years of imprisonment, the love of family, my dead heart: how could you ever make amends?
I’ll take what you love, help those you hate, and destroy your future. Little by little, I’ll get it all back.
I need no love on my path of vengeance. Men, stay the hell away. Don’t forget, I have no heart and no feelings!
What? The mystery of my parentage, a mother who returned from the dead, a brother missing somewhere out there… None of that has anything to do with me. I was born only for revenge.
But what kind of world is this? Powerless to fight back? What a joke. If you stand in the way of my revenge, I wouldn’t hesitate to destroy the world. And this man: I may not love him, but you won’t lay a finger on him. He is my master, and you don’t get to hurt him!
Scene One:
“Be my woman!” He sat calmly behind his desk, as if he were saying, “It’s a lovely day today.”
“Not interested!” That was certainly not the answer he wanted.
Closing the document in his hands, he looked up at her with an amused smile. “I’m telling you what I’ve decided. I’m not asking whether you’re interested!”
Without another word, he stood and walked out of the study, leaving the stunned woman behind. At the doorway, he paused. “A weapon worthy of the name doesn’t question its master. That’s your first task.”
Her first task was to be his woman? Mu Ziyan wanted to cry. They’d only just met! But she had no right to refuse…
Scene Two:
“Ah!” She stared at him, momentarily unable to make sense of what he meant.
“This is your second task!” he rasped, then fled in a fluster. In the game he had staged himself, he had been the first to lose his heart, while she truly had none, and no feelings.
Watching him leave, Mu Ziyan was even more bewildered. What was wrong with him?
The second task was not to flirt with men? What kind of bizarre task was that? What kind of bizarre master had she ended up with? But however bizarre it was, she had to accept…
It's just that you need to imagine the ending by yourself. Alas~