Jiang Mu is a rusted lock.
He locks away the sordid secrets of a trafficking case deep in the mountains, his mother’s tears of madness, and the fact that his younger sister will have to wear a urine bag for the rest of her life.
Everyone sees only his cool, distant features and the perfectly pressed uniform of his elite school.
No one knows that every trace of dignity this “nominal young master” displays is a disguise bought with wounds and silence.
His world has no light, only endless nights, until that spoiled young heiress barges into his life, radiating dazzling innocence.
Yu Qing is a gilded bird.
Her father is Jiangcheng’s richest man, her mother a renowned pianist, and the words “can’t have it” have never appeared in her dictionary.
She thought the world’s hardships were nothing but printed words in storybooks, until she met Jiang Mu…
This boy, with his long lashes and icy gaze, bore scars unlike anything she had ever seen.
People called him “the child of a criminal” and said his bloodline was tainted.
But Yu Qing insists on drawing near, insists on seeing what kind of flame lies hidden beneath his icy exterior.
A pursuit that begins with curiosity, an approach born of pity.
Yet they don’t know that the gears of fate began turning fifteen years ago:
The year she was doted on was the very year he was cursed.
While she practiced Chopin in the music room, he held his dying baby sister close in a clinic.
She thought the world was a castle made of candy. He had already tasted every poison the world had to offer.
When Yu Qing insists on tearing open Jiang Mu’s wounds, she discovers:
Those dark days are not truly behind him.
They have taken root in his bones, becoming his cool, distant
