The love I loved for six years when I was young was lost to worldly family affection. We said goodbye on a rainy night and forgot each other.
After four years of purgatory, Xiao Jun transformed from a poor boy with nothing to a top emperor in charge of order in the twin cities.
Reunited again, Bai Yueguang was trapped in a domestically violent marriage and became an accessory in someone else's cage.
Love turns into hostility, and tenderness freezes in the heart.
On the surface, he treated her with cold eyes and stabbed her self-esteem wantonly; privately, he protected her shortcomings crazily and was willing to be subject to the despicable deals of his enemies.
Coerced by her husband, framed by her love rival, and stabbed by her family members, the humble and forbearing Yang Hui was trapped in desperate situations.
Love and hate are entangled, so close and far away.
In this heart-burning and bone-burning urban sadomasochism, should we look at each other from afar for the rest of our lives, or should we break through the shackles and embrace each other without the cage?
Beautiful, sad,