"Wen Jingran, does it hurt?"
"It hurts." He pinched her chin and kissed her, "But it hurts, so I remember."
Jiang Nianxi is a top designer in the industry, but there is a taboo that no one dares to mention - the scar on his left wrist.
In order to open up her heart, she took on the most painful project: brand design in memory of tattoo artist Wen Jingran.
The man had his sister's death anniversary tattooed on his left chest, and every pattern he made was a "living tombstone" for his guests.
When they first met, he looked at her coldly: "Miss Clean, don't touch dirty things."
She raised her hand to reveal her scar: "Now, who is dirty?"
He smiled, put out the cigarette, and pressed her against the tattoo chair:
"Okay, let's get dirty together."
So, the whole city knew——
The aloof tattoo artist Wen Jingran is obsessed with a designer.
He chased her away, and she climbed over the wall into his studio in the middle of the night to revise the draft.
He sneered, and she kissed his Adam's apple in public: "Teacher Wen, teach me how to be naughty."
He is crazy and she is even crazier than him.
Everyone said that Jiang Nianxi was looking for death.
Until a rainstorm night, he suffered a PTSD attack and huddled in the corner shaking.
She knelt down and hugged him: "Wen Jingran, please see clearly, I am a living person, not a ghost."
He bit her shoulder with red eyes: "Jiang Nianxi, leave... I will destroy you..."
She smiled: "Then let's destroy it together."
Later, her ex-boyfriend who copied her reputation returned to China and held an exhibition to provoke him.
She said nothing.
That night, all of the ex-boyfriend's exhibitions were splashed with red paint, and investors collectively withdrew their funds.
In the surveillance camera, Wen Jingran was holding a paint bucket and curling her lips at the camera:
"Are you worthy of using my people?"
