"Sign, and I will keep your adoptive mother safe." Fu Chenzhou threw the gilded marriage contract on the table, and the cufflinks flashed with cold light - they were the "Annals of the Rose" embedded in the fragment of her five-year-old palm. She is a jewelry designer who has lost her memory. A picture of entwined roses triggered a global alarm for the Fu family. Unknown to him, in order to find her, he acquired all the design drawings with the Shen family's acupuncture techniques in the past ten years.
At the anniversary party, he pushed her away in a deep V dress, and his cufflinks scratched her collarbone: "Mrs. Fu should know how to behave." But who knew that there was a sketch of her when she was 15 years old hidden in a secret compartment in his study, with a three-petal rose in the same shape as the scar on his back painted in the corner of each sketch; the dark pattern on the mints sent every month was the customized symbol of his engagement when he was seven years old.
"Why are your cufflinks always bleeding?" She stroked the thin scar on his palm.
He lowered his head and bit her fingertips, with ten years of forbearance rolling in his throat: "The five-year-old vicious dog bit me, and the three scars on my back have already carved a lifelong protective totem for you."
When the three-petal hairpin was put together, the Shen family cellar was exposed to surveillance: a ten-year-old boy clutched her blood-stained ribbon and swore in the heavy rain that "my roses can only bloom in my thorn bushes." This caged agreement woven with a marriage contract hid half of his "I am" behind every "indifference" - and she was the only password for him to control the empire, the roses and thorns carved into his bones and blood.
