[The direction is undecided. I’ll write whatever comes to me…]
At her wedding, Jiang Wan is forced to take the place of the bride and marry the comatose Huo Siheng.
The guests laugh at her, calling her a bride brought in to bring good luck. Even her wedding dress is one the fake heiress, Lin Wei, had worn before.
When the priest asks, “Do you take him?”, her comatose husband’s finger suddenly twitches.
Three months later, the first thing he says when he wakes up is, “Who sent you? Are you a corporate spy?”
Huo Siheng grips Jiang Wan by the throat and pins her to the wedding bed. The collar of her dress slips, revealing a perfumer’s badge, one of only three in the world.
His pupils contract. It is the symbol of “Iris,” the legendary perfumer he has secretly loved for seven years.
“Wait… you’re…?” The butler suddenly bursts in.
Jiang Wan hastily hides the badge, unaware that the bottom drawer of his desk is locked around the first perfume she made, when she was eighteen.
Later, on the night Jiang Wan miscarries, he goes mad and tears apart the entire Huo residence.
“Give my wife back to me!” Blood drips from between Huo Siheng’s fingers onto the iris specimen Jiang Wan gave him.
