Huo Ji kept a blind little bird, delicate, beautiful, and full of pride.
He broke Qiao Xuexi's wings, pulled out his thorns, and used the gentlest methods to weave a cage with no way out.
He thought the little bird would have to depend on him for the rest of his life.
Until a fire devoured the magnificent glass greenhouse.
When Huo Ji charged into the flames, he found only a charred white cane.
The head of the Huo family, usually so confident and unflappable that even Mount Tai could collapse in front of him without stirring his composure, spat out a mouthful of blood amid the ruins and went completely mad.
Three years later, in a remote town in Jiangnan.
Qiao Xuexi, his sight restored, was appraising an antique painting when the doorbell rang.
The man rumored to have gone mad stood outside, soaked through, his eyes bloodshot and his voice hoarse beyond recognition:
"Xuexi, I'll give you my life. Please come home with me, won't you?"
