The skylark in the golden cage fell into the starry river of the boy in the wheat field.
In order to escape from the suffocating gold powder cage and cold engagement, Xiao Yunxi, a daughter of a wealthy family, plunged into her grandmother's rural Yingshui Village. The muddy dirt road gave her an embarrassing first encounter - Ye Sichen, that barefoot young man with the smell of earth and weeds. Like an irresistible wind, he lifted her up from the mud pit and shattered her closed world.
The fireflies on summer nights are their private galaxy. He laughs at her high heels, but holds her a glowing "street light" on a thunderstorm night. On the night of farewell, the boy put the faded glass bottle into her palm, his amber eyes burning:
"If I find you in ten years, you have to be good to me."
Ten years later, Xiao Yunxi stood under the bright lights of a grand wedding, her wedding dress was like snow, and her eyes were as empty as a frozen lake. Next to her is her fiancé Liu Yuxuan, who controls her destiny. Under the perfect mask is an abyss of control. The exquisite crystal cup reflected the false celebration, and an anonymous gift was quietly handed to her cold palm——
An old, ugly glass bottle covered in old dirt.
The moment her fingertips touched the rough and cold body of the bottle, the scent of distant summer vegetation enveloped the despair of a rainstorm night, penetrating the high wall built by ten years of drugs and piercing her numb nerves. She turned the bottle stiffly, and when the bottom of the bottle turned towards the dazzling light——
Day 3650.
Fraud.
I'm here to collect debt.
The number that is accurate to the sky is the count of ten years of blood and tears, the "liar" is an accusation that spans life and death, and the "debt collection" is a challenge to return from the abyss.
