"Overseer, the scar on Madam's heart looks like an old tattoo."
He crushed the wine glass and said, "Dig it."
Later, on the night of the bloodbath against his enemies, he tore open her blood-stained cheongsam and finally saw clearly——
That indigo pattern was his name ten years ago.
"Why?!" His voice trembled.
She laughed heartily: "It hurts too much when I get a tattoo, so I have to cover it up with something more painful."
Ten years of misunderstanding, a hundred years of entanglement.
From the deep house to the battlefield, from the criticism rallies to the fireworks of Hong Kong's return.
He had hated the whole world, but he only loved her——
Never regretted, just not enough.
