In the sea of flames, a bloodied hand shoved her out of hell. The boy vanished into the smoke.
Ten years later, Su Wan was cornered by a man backstage at an art exhibition. Dressed in a sharp suit, his left shoulder wrapped in bandages, he traced the crescent-shaped old scar on her wrist with his fingertips. His smiling eyes concealed a blade. “Miss Su, don’t you recognize me?”
He was Lu Jue, head of the Lu Group, and a frequent visitor in her nightmares. On her mother’s charred diary, the words “Don’t trust Lu Jue” were a taboo she had been afraid to touch for ten years.
She ran. He pursued.
When she was kidnapped, he smashed through a car window despite his old injury and shielded her in his arms. Fresh scars on his back began to bleed. “I told you, I’ll repay the life I owe you.”
She uncovered the evidence her mother had hidden in a secret room, only to find a receipt for his anonymous donation beneath the damning proof pointing to him. The date was the very day she had undergone surgery.
When she finally asked, trembling, “Was it you in the fire ten years ago?” he was taking a fatal blow for her. Through the haze of blood, he pressed half of a crescent jade pendant into her palm. His voice was as soft as a sigh:
“Wanwan, I’ve been looking for you for ten years, waiting for you to uncover every misunderstanding yourself, ”
“Including the love I’ve kept hidden for ten years.”
[A Decade-Old Case × Mutual Protection × Forbidden Tension]
Were the words in the diary false? Was his tenderness an act?
When the thorns of truth wound around the crescent scar, she finally understood: the most agonizing scars conceal the most ardent love.
