When Lu Suiran was restoring "Fishing Alone on the Cold River" at the Huo Art Museum, her fingertips touched the blood stains on the back of the rice paper - it was her own handwriting: "Don't believe him, he is hypnotizing you." She looked up suddenly, and the face in the mirror was pale and unfamiliar. As the youngest restorer of ancient paintings in Hong Kong, she couldn't remember when she became Huo Yanyin's substitute lover. The head of the Huo family, who was covered in scars and had a fierce aura, would read strange syllables to her in a deep voice every night, and she would fall into a heart-beating submission, and even take the initiative to curl up in his arms. Until Shen Moran returned to China and poured hot black tea on her face in public: "It's been seven years, do you still think he really loves you? You are almost no longer qualified to imitate me." A certain string in her brain broke. Lu Suiran took out the broken jade button in her sleeve - the only anchor she remembered, and it was stained with dried blood. The hypnotic mind control technique was activated in reverse, and in front of all the celebrities in Hong Kong, she made Shen Moran admit in person that she bribed the hypnotist to tamper with her memory seven years ago. Old Mrs. Huo stood up and said, "What the Huo family owes you, I will pay it back in public today." But Lu Suiran didn't know that every time he "awakens", he just falls into a deeper prison of consciousness. When she finally stood in the center of the seventh floor, she saw Huo Yanyin kneeling in front of her, holding a dagger against her throat: "Trust me again... This time it's true." And his eyes had already destroyed themselves in the last round of awakening to save her.
