On the day Sheng Yiyan was born, a vision came from the sky. She was regarded as an ominous sign by her family, and she was sent far away from the country as an infant. After returning after eighteen years, she only looked at the false "reunion" in the house with cold eyes - belated family affection was worthless than grass, and she did not care about it.
But the more dismissive she was, the more those people tried to get closer.
The cold-faced CEO Lan Jingshuo pushed her against the corner, brushed her thin lips against her ear, and spoke in a dangerous and hoarse voice: "Should I call you Yanyan, or... Rui Crow?" His fingertips traced the secret old mark on her collarbone, "Or do you want me to dig out your other layers of identity one by one?"
The young man who walked out of Miaojiang's Ten Thousand Gu Cave knelt down on one knee. When he looked up at her, his eyes were full of almost crazy piety: "Yi Yan, as long as you are willing-" He took her hand and put it between his eyebrows, smiling innocently and paranoidly, "I am the most obedient puppet in your hands."
They all thought they were hunters, but they didn't know that Sheng Yiyan was the one waiting to watch the show from beginning to end.
