A Plaything, Spoiled Rotten

“She’s my daughter. I was wrong! I’ll give her to you to make it up to you. Do whatever you want with her!”

On a snowy day, Qin Zhen was shoved into Huo Jinting’s arms.

From then on, she lived with the Huo family.

He liked having birds stewed into soup. People who liked her were sent abroad, their wings clipped just one step before their dreams came true...

She thought her life would remain trapped in that snowy night forever.

But as the years passed,

the frozen prison she had once known melted, without her noticing, into a gentle stream of warm spring water.

At last, Huo Jinting’s embrace was filled with warmth.

“Zhenzhen, let’s start over.”