In her previous life, Cen Zhiwei became trapped in a web of love, mistaking a wolf for a good man. Her stepsister and scumbag boyfriend joined forces to drive her into the abyss, and she fell from a high-rise, dying with her blood staining the ground.
Only as she lay dying did she see clearly that Su Lincuan, who could command the winds and clouds in Jiangcheng, had burned through half his life and risked everything to avenge her.
Reborn, with the blood still fresh and her hatred undiminished.
She shed her naivety and let her sharp edge show, tearing into the scumbag and breaking off her engagement. Amid the treacherous battles of the wealthy and powerful, she plotted her every move, using iron-fisted tactics to reshape her own fate.
But Lord Su, who had never bent the knee to anyone, held her in his arms, rubbing his thumb over her lips as he spoke in a low, possessive voice:
"Zhiwei, I was too late in my past life. In this one, no one will ever hurt you again."
From then on, a saying spread through Jiangcheng:
The woman in Su Lincuan's heart is a thorn-covered rose, a blade tempered in ice. No one dares provoke or touch her. They can only cradle her in their hands and spoil her without limit.
