The Woman in the Detention Center

Blood-red moonlight pierced the iron-barred window, falling across a tattoo of a thorny rose.

The fallen heiress, framed and sent to prison, clutched the pills in her palm: the fatal evidence Su Man had slipped into her prison uniform in the dead of night.

When the glamorous female guard crushed her earlobe between her lips and whispered, "Trust no one," Shen Qingyao in the neighboring cell was using lipstick to write her name on the wall.

The rose's rule for breaking out of a cage: tenderness is the sheath, cunning the blade.

The three poisonous flowers exchanged warmth in the blind spots of the surveillance cameras, plotting their escape with lip movements in the prison yard.

When Su Man's gun barrel pressed against her heart, Lin Wanqiu smiled and tugged open her prison uniform, revealing a miniature roll of film containing the other woman's undercover file. Heartbeats resonated with the iron bars, while desire and conspiracy trembled in unison.