Nine years ago, Gu Nanjia was hiding in a dark corner with a scarred face.
Looking at the man holding a cake under the sycamore tree, I didn't dare to meet him.
Nine years later, she fell in a pool of blood, staring at the sycamore tree, wanting to see him again.
Meng Qian always thought that he was lucky to meet again after nine years.
Little did they know, she had already gone to hell.
After knowing the truth, he only wished that Gu Nanjia would be safe and sound for the rest of his life.
