The roses that were tempered in the cold nights of the north were finally dyed with gold powder in the revelry of the south.
Su Heng personally tore off the pure white thread of his first love, cast his graceful body into a key, and knocked on the gilded door of the top wealthy club.
When she was wrapped in a high imitation Taobao shirt and hunted accurately in the glass maze of the Fortune 500 office building; when the limited edition Mercedes-Benz ran through the humid memory of the urban village, and the Hermès bag in the passenger seat contained the latest prey; when the fingerprint lock of the top mansion converted the youthful flesh into cold numbers - this woman who was repeatedly colored by the lights of Beijing, Shanghai and Shenzhen finally understood:
All gifts from fate are secretly marked with a rental price.
The cage drawn by Zhou Xubai with a black card, the sincerity brought by Lin's heir, the dragnet laid by the mysterious Hong Kong businessman... In this huge gamble with the body as a bargaining chip, can Su Heng hold on to the last bone in the sinking world? When all the canaries were waiting for redemption, she personally welded the golden birdcage to the edge of the cliff - after all, the flowers of evil blooming in the abyss were more shocking than the artificial rainbow in the clouds.
