Her marriage had always been a shrewd transaction.
At her late husband's funeral, a black umbrella shielded her from the wind and rain, and from the surging malice around her.
Shen Yizhen was refined and elegant. He called himself an old friend and arranged everything down to the last detail, with a tenderness so thoughtful it was unsettling. More frightening still, he knew the secret she had buried deep in her soul, a secret even Gu Hongyuan had never discovered.
His approach felt like a carefully laid hunting trap: everywhere, yet without a single opening.
At the same time, Gu Hongyuan's rebellious son, Gu Yan, suddenly returned from abroad.
The innocent feelings he had harbored as a boy had festered into an obsession too deep to escape after his father stole the woman he loved. Seeing the marks left by another man on Lin Wantang's neck, the former “big brother,” now her “stepson,” finally tore away his disguise.
“If you agree, everything the Gu family owns, myself included, will be yours as spoils of war.”
One was an abyss in the fog, elegantly devouring her past.
The other was a wildfire, madly demanding her future.
Would the fox caught in the hunting ground be torn apart and devoured, or would the hunters bleed to death?
