Li Ci worked as a substitute canary for Xie Qinian, the prince of Beijing, for three years. She was obedient, gentle and always looked at him with the most admiring eyes. Until Xie Qinian's Bai Yueguang returned to China, a huge check was thrown in her face. The man looked indifferent and condescending: "Take the money and get out, don't let her misunderstand." Li Ci smiled gently, took the money and left. An unexpected fire burned away all traces of her existence. On the day he learned the news of his death, Xie Qinian, who had always been decisive in killing, dug in the ruins with his bare hands and found blood dripping from his hands, and his hair turned gray overnight. ——Three years later, top medical summit. The world-famous genius doctor "Ghost Hand" took off his veil and shocked the whole audience. At the end of the corridor, Xie Qinian's eyes were scarlet, and he blocked her in the corner. He touched her cheek with trembling hands and humbled himself to the dust: "Have you punished me enough? How about coming home with me..." Li Ci coldly pushed him away, holding the pink and jade-carved miniature version of Xie Qinian beside him, smiling distantly: "Sorry, Mr. Xie, my husband is still at home waiting for me to have dinner." The always arrogant prince in Beijing knelt in front of her house on a thunderstorm night, buried his head deeply in her skirt, and burst into tears: "Don't want him... I'll be his substitute, okay?"
