"Every day, through the ICU glass, I mouth to the boss's dying Bai Yueguang: He won't love you even after you die."
Until that day, the heart rate monitor screamed back to zero——
She actually pulled out her breathing tube and sat up, walked barefoot in front of me, tilted her head and chuckled:
"What about you, do you love him?"
Three words shattered my two years of perfect acting.
When the marriage contract becomes a sacrifice for business conspiracy, when deep love is just a disguise for plunder,
The "dead" Bai Yueguang returns with the truth about the murder seven years ago.
And I, in the wealthy chess game that is broken like glass fragments,
I finally realized that I was never the protagonist, but—
The observer, the chess piece, and the wielder of the sword.
