A ruthless, domineering warlord and a cool, beautiful man with no control over his own fate
Shen Qiao is an actor of humble status, while Jiang Haochen is the only son of the Jiang family, born to great privilege.
Their worlds should have run parallel, but Jiang Haochen forcefully barged into Shen Qiao’s life.
For three years, Jiang Haochen stayed by Shen Qiao’s side with unwavering tenderness, becoming the salvation of his life.
But then everything changed. Jiang Haochen suddenly grew gloomy and volatile, impossible to read.
Though he was about to have a fiancée, he refused to let Shen Qiao go and subjected him to every kind of humiliation.
“You’re so cheap. Isn’t money all it takes?! What are you pretending to be so pure for in front of me?” the man said with vicious menace.
“Even if you die, you’ll die in my arms!”
All that tenderness shattered amid one cruel act after another.
Shen Qiao looked at Jiang Haochen. His eyes, once bright as Stellar Transformation, had become empty and still.
“Let me go,” he said.
But that was impossible. Jiang Haochen had always been domineering, and he would never let Shen Qiao leave.
It was only later, amid gunshots by the railing, when that figure fell into the freezing autumn waters like a kite with its string cut, that Jiang Haochen finally came to his senses. But it was as if Heaven meant to punish him: in the end, he could not even find the body.
For five years, Jiang Haochen lived in anguish and regret, tormented every moment by longing.
Then, at a banquet, he saw the figure he had yearned for obsessively.
He grabbed the person’s arm with trembling hands, holding on tightly as if afraid they would disappear again. “A Qiao, is that you?”
