Jiang Lan once regarded Zheng Chen as the light in her life. Dependent and deeply in love, until an accident completely tore them apart - at the moment when he needed her "love" the most, he was abandoned like worn shoes.
What is love? Then make it the sharpest knife.
She lies dormant and transforms. Make a copy of "him" and send it to Vanity Fair; get close to his daughter and disintegrate his family. The humble chess piece in the past, step by step, eventually became a capital upstart that stirred up the storm.
Zheng Chen lost everything: his status, his family, and the kingdom he had built with his own hands.
Jiang Lan won. She had everything he had ever had and desired.
But why, when I dreamed about it at midnight, all my fingertips touched was boundless coldness?
She finally stood in the light, but forever lost the person who pulled her out of the darkness. This is a top-level revenge about love and destruction, and no one is the winner.
