Jiang Mu is a rusty lock.
The smelly secret of the abduction case deep in the mountains is locked, the mother's crazy tears are locked, and the urine bag that the sister cannot remove for the rest of her life is locked.
Everyone could only see his cold and distant eyebrows and the neatly pressed uniform of an aristocratic school.
No one knows that every inch of the "pretend young master"'s dignity is a disguise he bought with wounds and silence.
There was no light in his world, only endless nights - until the arrogant young lady, with her dazzling innocence, rushed in recklessly.
Yu Qing is a gilded bird.
Her father is the richest man in Jiangcheng, and her mother is a famous piano player. "Not getting" has never been in her life dictionary.
She thought that the sufferings in the world were just words in storybooks, until she met Jiang Mu——
This boy with long eyelashes and cold eyes had scars on his body that she had never seen before.
Others said he was "the son of criminals" and that he had dirty blood.
But Yu Qing wanted to get closer, and wanted to see clearly what kind of flame was sealed under his iceberg.
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A chase that started out of curiosity, and an approach that started out of pity.
Little did they know, the gears of fate had already meshed fifteen years ago:
The year she was favored was the year he was cursed.
While she was practicing Chopin in the piano room, he held his dying sister tightly in the clinic.
She thought the world was a castle made of candy, and he had already tasted arsenic in the world.
When Yu Qing insisted on tearing open Jiang Mu's scar, she discovered:
Those dark pasts have never passed,
They took root in his bone marrow and turned into his coldness
