Everyone in Beijing's elite circles knows Ji Moci as a saint above the clouds, gentle and refined, beyond anyone's reach.
Only Xiang Xingruo knows how cruelly he teases her.
For eighteen years, she played the obedient, timid little rabbit in front of him, until the prospect of a family-arranged marriage was raised. She made her decision at once, left for a faraway place, and took up the scalpel as her new armor.
Years later, they meet again. He is the fiancé who has signed the marriage agreement, his smile inscrutable. “Xingruo, long time no see.”
Everyone thinks this will be a tender game orchestrated by Ji Moci.
Until one day, a photo of her holding a bloodstained scalpel and looking back calmly through the smoke reaches China.
Only then does everyone realize that from the very beginning, Ji Moci had seen through her obedient disguise and recognized the soul beneath: just as powerful and radiant as his own.
