Shen Jiawu, the eldest son of the capital's plutocrats, is an arrogant cheetah in the bright light, and playing with people's hearts is his worst hobby. And Ji Xianlin was a silent weed in the corner of the orphanage, a "bastard" who was trampled under his feet and ridiculed wantonly. We are as different as clouds and mud, and we are natural enemies.
He stabbed me all over with his words, but in a corner I didn't know, he silently watched my crumbling figure. An out-of-control argument, a slap, but an unexpected kiss with the smell of blood. The playfulness in his eyes turned into a deeper possessiveness, pulling me into a dangerous game called "emotion" that he controlled.
I thought this was just the beginning of another of his hunts, until I was cornered by his zealous followers and fell into a soaked, bruised coma. He kicked open the door, and for the first time, his pair of misty blue eyes, which had always been cynical, ignited with overwhelming anger and panic. He picked me up, and his low words "Leave it to me" were like a hot brand, completely binding my life to him. Will he pull me out of the abyss, or build me a more gorgeous cage? I don't know, I just know that I have started to fall.
Concept: fog