The 37-year-old elegant and paranoid daddy is the godfather of France × the 25-year-old chic and casual transnational ace agent
[Age difference] [Forced love] [Senior] [Strong] [Half-torture, half-sweet] [HE] [Large-scale emotional slaughterhouse]
(One sentence summary: He imprisoned the only light, never thinking that the light would temper the poison)
[I thought I had a nightingale in captivity, until it showed its sharp claws, and I saw clearly that it was a bird of prey disguised as a bird.
Winston Qionglin's love is paranoia, possession, and destruction.
On a rainy night in London, he was pulled back from the brink of death by Lin Yi.
Thirty days of tenderness were the only light in his thirty-four years of life.
But the light disappeared, leaving only a cheap black umbrella.
He searched like crazy, but saw Lin Yi kissing someone in the morning light.
His sanity collapsed, and he used the most unbearable method to "keep" him, but what he got in return was a heavy blow to the back of his head and a more complete disappearance for three years.
When they met again, he built the most gorgeous cage and gave her ultimate pampering and suffocating control.
He didn't know what love was. All he wanted in Lin Yi's world was Winston Qionglin.
What is love? Winston, this is the last lesson I use betrayal to teach you - love is not possession, it is surrender]
Lin Yi's "love" is a lie, a calculation, and a betrayal.
The rainy night redemption was fake from the beginning.
Every meek lowering of the eyes, every touching gasp, is a calculated performance. He calmly stole secrets and calmly planned his escape date.
He should have been the only winner - until the man who controlled the entire French underworld abandoned his dignity and pride and bowed his knee under the enemy's gun for his sake.
That kneeling shattered all his cold calculations.
When the lie is revealed...
The birthday surprise he gave me was betrayal and separation again. Face to face on the rooftop, the wind filled his clothes. He looked back at the man who had imprisoned him, and the corners of his lips curved in a sharp arc that could no longer be concealed.
"Godfather," he asked softly, like a lover whispering at the end, "Who do you think you are trapping?"
[This is the story of two madmen who don't understand love, clumsily learning to "love" on the ruins of lies and violence.
"I'm not your caged bird."
"Then be the knife in my hand that will never point to me."
Concept: What is love?