When Tang Disheng was seventeen years old, the world consisted of two dollars and a half, a cold anti-theft net, and a shaky poster on the wall.
He thought he was a tragic hero. He stole his grandfather's life-saving money and traveled 1,400 kilometers to Suzhou just to fulfill his promise of "I will stand by you." But the reality is not a fairy tale. What he got in exchange was usurious counterfeit money, the desperate rejection of his beloved, and Su Wanqing's back disappearing like a butterfly with broken wings when she fell from the top floor on that rainy night.
"This is how you get a wife." Those were the last words left to him by his grandfather.
But Tang Disheng couldn't marry anyone. He only married hatred and the dirtiest mud in the world.
When dignity was crushed, when the law became a tool of the powerful, the boy with a waist as straight as an old gun finally died. The ones who survived were the lonely souls wandering in the cold wind of Gusu City, the Shura who held the rebar in his hand and covered his body with "root-breaking water".
In this life, he no longer prays for love or forgiveness.
He wanted to use Tang Jiwu's blood to wash away his grievances, and use Gu Xun's broken leg to pay homage to the dead.
If there is no room for a good person in this world, then he will become the craziest evil ghost in the world.
This is not just a story about secret love, it is a chronicle of how dignity is torn to pieces and how broken souls grow fangs in the abyss.
