Ji Rou was dead. The moment her sister framed her and her father turned a blind eye, she had already stepped through the gates of hell.
Yi Chengzhou was the one who pushed her in, then locked her away with his own hands.
Years in prison stripped away all her radiance, leaving her timid and meek.
To survive, to escape hell, she compromised once more: she married the paralyzed Yi Chengzhou, the source of all her pain.
Cruelty, indifference, and the occasional tender moment.
Ji Rou thought her heart had died, had turned cold, but Yi Chengzhou held it in his hands and slowly warmed it again.
The once proud, reserved man bowed his head before her again and again.
“Ji Rou, I was wrong.”
“Ji Rou, if I could, I'd go to prison in your place. Please give me your heart.”
“Ji Rou, Yi Chengzhou is begging you. Please give him even a little of your love.”
Love is the seed that can turn pain and hatred around.
Yi Chengzhou offered his heart to Ji Rou.
