Five years ago, Lu Congjin, the number one surgical expert in Shanghai, sent Shen Yuanchu to hell with a circle of friends that said "we are not familiar with each other".
Five years later, in order to marry his cousin, she lay on the operating table to repair the old scars. It was him who held the sword. The cold metal instrument, like the possessiveness surging in his eyes, made her shudder.
That night, he locked her in a cramped corner of the apartment, and kissed her cold lips with a hot kiss. The metal belt buckle fell to the ground with a clatter, which was a sign of the collapse of his mind: "Shen Yuanchu, how dare you try to marry someone else with my mark!" She smiled coldly and cruelly under him: "Dr. Lu used it, I think it's dirty."
He thought this was the beginning of losing control, but little did he know that from the day they reunited, he had already been a caged bird carefully arranged by her.
