“Xie Chengzhou, every woman by your side will become a treasure in my wardrobe.”
In middle school, Mu Qingyun was bullied for his feminine appearance. One time, Xie Chengzhou came to his rescue, and Mu Qingyun fell for him completely. From then on, every girlfriend Xie Chengzhou had became his “prey”: he turned the first one's pleated skirt into pajamas, strung scraps of the second one's swimsuit into a bracelet to coil around Xie Chengzhou's wrist, stitched the third one's Lolita lace into Xie Chengzhou's collar, and made the fourth one's qipao into a gold-threaded tie that tightened around his throat. At every death scene, he left a mark of his own: bloodstained lace, a barbed butterfly, or Xie Chengzhou's fingerprints.
To escape this pathological possessiveness, Xie Chengzhou entered a marriage of convenience with the icy, sophisticated Su Nuoqing, only to become entangled in another game of control. The collar Su Nuoqing gave her secretary, Li Wanwan, was engraved with “Nuoqing's exclusive.” The bloody marks the whip left across Li Wanwan's back were the contract of their “love.” And the butterfly-shaped birthmark on the back of Li Wanwan's neck matched the scar on Mu Qingyun's chest. The pursuit that began on campus had long since become a bloodstained bond between four people.
While imprisoned on a deserted island, Mu Qingyun locked Xie Chengzhou in a glass cell with chains of lace and iron. “Every strand of your hair is part of the prison I've woven for you.” Su Nuoqing made Li Wanwan put on spiked lingerie. “Does it hurt? That's proof of our love.
“You are my light, and you can only be my light. For you, I'll become your shadow, until death binds us together.”
That was Mu Qingyun's confession, and Xie Chengzhou's bloodstained fate, one he could never escape.