He is Fu Xiulin, the heir to the century-old Fu family, and his surname is his passport.
On a rainy night in Paris when he was twenty years old, he met Lu Sheng in the ward—eight years old, Chinese-French mixed race, with heterochromatic pupils. She was like a fallen bird, and also like a mirror that reflected the abyss of his heart.
At the age of fourteen, he adopted her and built a paradise isolated from the rest of the world in Yanlou, Macau.
In the past five years, she was the only being who could make him take off his armor, and she was his only destination after his bloody journey. She relies on him like a drowning person relies on driftwood. She is silent, fragile, and severely depressed, but she has the strange gift of sensing the sounds of all things.
At the age of nineteen, he decided to take her back to Hong Kong and enter his real world - a world of power games but more vitality. The lilies of the valley bloomed silently in the glass greenhouse, and she said they were singing; she touched the old scar on his brow bone with a kiss.
When shelter becomes imprisonment, when dependence breeds possession, they must face a problem:
Is love the beacon of salvation or the most gorgeous prison?
And can he take her out of the thorny mountain top and let her carve out a world where she can hear flowers blooming?
Intention: Redemption is mutual, growth is gradual and repeated
