Xu Qinghuan was forced to marry a devil who tormented her.
Her only way to escape was to get close to his infamous older brother, the even more terrifying Second Master Zhou, Zhou Chengjing.
They said he was cool, noble, and aloof, with a cold nature and no interest in women.
But only Xu Qinghuan knew that beneath his dazzling, moonlit exterior lay an even more ruthless and decisive man.
He was bad.
Bad to the bone.
Zhou Chengjing pulled her out of the abyss, only to cast her down without mercy. He treated her like a plaything, watching her struggle in the mire, unable to free herself. His expression was cold, and so was his heart.
Xu Qinghuan couldn’t play anymore. She was tired of it.
But later, when she returned to the country, the once untouchable Zhou Chengjing grabbed her hand. In the pouring rain, he looked utterly defeated. His voice hoarse, he gave a bitter smile. “Would you only be willing to look back at me if I were dead?”
So pretty