At a blood-soaked wedding, Su Wan is forced to kneel in an icy pool and retrieve her comatose husband’s wedding ring.
The tyrant of a business empire, Li Siheng, grips her throat and sneers, “A plaything brought in to bring good fortune, and you think you’re worthy of touching something that belongs to the Li family?”
He tears up the designs she spent ten years drawing, unaware that every page conceals a message in Morse code:
The distress signal she once wrote in his palm when she saved him from a fire at the age of eight.
When a poisoned blade pierces her heart, Li Siheng finally notices the butterfly birthmark on the back of her neck.
A bloodstained paper crane falls from her pocket. On the moldy candy wrapper is his childhood handwriting: “Little Sister Awan, wait for me to come marry you.”
Later, at an auction in Southeast Asia, Li Siheng smashes open an underground vault with his own hands.
Amid 9,900 thorny roses, the black dragon tattoo on the man’s back coils around a set of shackles as he presses a diamond ring against her ankle. “Sentence me to life in prison. Let me spend the rest of my life atoning. Will you?”
