"I didn't raise you to make you my prison bird."
"But I was quenched and reborn just to fly back to your cage."
When he was eighteen years old, Ling Zhao's world collapsed overnight. The truth behind his parents' death in a car accident actually points to Jiang Xingyan, his "brother" who he has relied on for ten years. The person who had protected him from wind and rain might have been the culprit who pushed him into the abyss with his own hands.
He tore up the admission notice from the Art Institute, calmly entered the business world, and was tempered from a greenhouse rose into a thorny thorn. Every step of growth is a silent declaration of war against Jiang Xingyan. And when Jiang Xingyan watched him lose his youthfulness and become sharp and eye-catching, he was shocked to realize that the protection had already deteriorated - he no longer wanted to be a brother, he wanted to be the only one who could monopolize this beauty.
In this game in the name of love:
He was a wolf cub raised by his own hands, and his fangs were finally aimed at his throat.
He is his weakness that he cannot let go of, and he is willing to bow his head and put on shackles for him.
When the truth is revealed layer by layer and hatred and dependence are intertwined, how can they find the light of rebirth among the ashes of love?
