“Xiao Tingyun, your moon has been dirty for a long time.”
Five years ago, Song Shuyue linked arms with her new lover and threw a check in his face. “Five years with you wasn’t worth one night with him.”
She took every penny he had and fled overseas, leaving him disgraced and to rot in the depths of his claustrophobia.
Five years later, he is a top forensic pathologist. His fingertips dissect the dead, yet he still can’t piece together the truth behind her betrayal.
She is a legendary relic restorer, able to bring thousand-year-old treasures back to life, yet unable to mend her own shattered soul.
An international criminal case brings them face to face once more.
On the night they reunite, he pins her against the dissection table, his breath cold.
“Song Shuyue, those hands of yours that restore relics… how did they undo his shirt buttons back then?”
She smiles brilliantly, but her crescent-shaped eyes are as lifeless as stagnant water. “Want to learn, Dr. Xiao? Too bad you can’t afford the tuition.”
He hates her to the bone, yet when she is in danger, he instinctively shields her with his body.
She keeps him at arm’s length, yet when he falls ill, she sheds every barb and offers him the warmth she has left.
Until he finds a medical record documenting her severe depression, along with a bloodstained USB drive, locked away in her safe…
The truth rips everything apart. That grand betrayal that made such a spectacle five years ago was her carefully planned… final, magnificent sacrifice for him.
“Tingyun,” she whispers, as soft as a kiss, while the blood from her wrist stains his pale fingertips. “Without me in your sky, is the moon… brighter?”
