In Shanghai in the 17th year of the Republic of China, there are two worlds hidden behind the gilded door of the Shen family mansion: one is the illusion of glass reflected by the crystal lamp, and the other is the conspiracy and poison ivy growing in the dark alleys. When Su Manqing stood outside the carved iron door with the rattan box, she knew that she was stepping into a gorgeous prison - the truth she was looking for might be hidden in the cufflinks of Shen Jinghan, the rumored eccentric, cold and arrogant son.
When they first met, he picked up the cherry blossoms with a silver fork and threw them at her. The ink jade pendant shone coldly on the silk nightgown: "Teach me French? First learn to catch things that shouldn't be dropped." She avoided it calmly, but her fingertips secretly recorded the strange pattern of his collar pin - exactly the same as the notches on the inside of his pocket watch.
Under the revolving lights of the ball, he held her waist and danced a tango, and his leather shoes ran over the hem of her cheongsam that was trailing the floor: "Do you know why they are afraid of me?" The warm breath mixed with the smell of whiskey filled her ears, "Because I dare to destroy everything in the Shen family." She looked at the flames surging in his eyes, and suddenly understood the brokenness under that layer of cold arrogance - just like the flame of revenge she had hidden behind the gentle mask.
When half of the yellowed land deed slipped from a secret compartment in the library, when the photo of Shen Jinghan's mother overlapped with the old photo on the inside of his pocket watch, and when the words "blood debt" exploded in the thunder on a rainy night, they were shocked to realize that each other had already been doomed in each other's fate. He was the son of an enemy, and she was the blade of revenge, but in a game of mutual testing, they kissed each other's thorny lips.
