Two dangerously obsessive lovers + a dark-moonlight love triangle + both devoted only to each other + an overwhelming sense of destiny
Three years ago, everyone said she was a pet songbird kept by the Shen family's young heir. No one knew she kept a knife beneath her pillow.
Three years later, at a banquet in Nancheng, a man in a sharp suit seized her wrist, where a red mark showed. “I hear Miss Song’s engagement banquet is missing an officiant?”
His prayer beads grazed the old wound on her lower back, and bloodlust roiled in his eyes. “When you filled my scriptures with prayers for the dead, how did you fail to foresee that we’d meet again in hell?”
