A scar marks the wrong person and traps the soul.
Shen Zhiyi thought that this would be the case for the rest of his life. With a face burned by poisonous water, hiding behind the fumes in the imperial kitchen in the deep palace, when the years are over, he may still be able to earn a way out. Until that night, she bumped into the seriously injured Fourth Prince. The moonlight was pale, and he held her wrist, his eyes fixed on the shallow scar on her right cheek, and there was a surge of rage and pain that she couldn't understand in his eyes.
Whose stand-in is she?
Whose face was he looking at?
And in this grand imprisonment in the name of love, whose life will be sacrificed in the end?
——A beautiful face can be seen in the mirror, so how can one's heart be at peace?
Intention: Amidst the ruins and blood, touch the heart that belongs to "me" that may be scarred but still beating.