She borrowed her dead sister’s face to make him answer for his sins.
In the final years of the Republic, a new face appeared at Jiangcheng’s Military Intelligence Bureau: Zhu Yu.
The bureau chief, Xie Xingyan, was cold-blooded and cunning. He mistook her for the ghost of the woman he had lost and kept her imprisoned in the palm of his hand.
But he had no idea that Zhu Yu had come for that dead woman, carrying a blood debt and bent on dragging him to hell.
In this deadly game, she wagered her youth, her friendships, her love, and even the life she had yet to bring into the world.
In the tender cage he had so carefully woven, she danced with him until she drove him mad.
“Did you ever love me?” he roared from inside the cage.
“Did you ever love Secretary Wei, who died for you?” she replied, her voice as cold as his had once been toward the world.
When the final act of revenge was over, all she had left was her own name and one final sacrifice, embracing death to find a way to live.
This is a tragic tale of how revenge eats away at the soul, how love can twist into something grotesque, and how individuals are shattered by the tides of their era, yet ultimately become a flame that lights the dawn.
