"Three, two, one. Dugu Mo, our contract is up. Goodbye."
Zhu Yiran turned and walked away, delighted to be saying farewell.
A glint flashed in Dugu Mo's eyes. He strode forward and swept the happy woman off her feet, carrying her over his shoulder.
"The six-month contract is over. Now get ready to sign a contract for the rest of your life."
"There's no way you're leaving me in this lifetime."
Zhu Yiran: "Dugu Mo, you bastard! Put me down!"
With one trap after another, Dugu Mo slowly drew the dazzling rose, Zhu Yiran, into his arms.
Zhu Yiran loved the ocean, so Dugu Mo gave her a starry sky beneath the sea. Zhu Yiran loved the stars, so Dugu Mo gave her a sky full of them.
He never expected that in the end, he would give away his own heart.
Zhu Yiran was born to dance, a rose in full bloom onstage. But Dugu Mo's steady pursuit made her lose her heart.
But in the end, who trapped whom?
Whoever lost their heart first was the one caught in the trap.
