The sharpest wound in Bai Mo's life was not the blank space on the drawing paper, but the Jiang family's breaking of his right hand that held the pen.
The young master of the past has lost some of his childishness, but the paranoia in his eyes has only increased. He pressed forward step by step, never leaving, clinging to him in the most clumsy and domineering way.
Old scars are not healed, but love is rekindled. Those feelings that were forcibly cut off and the entanglements buried by time grew crazily at the moment of reunion.
The broken past, the mutilated hands, and each other who have never truly let go
This time, will they repeat the same mistakes or regain all the missed and deep love?
Intention: belated redemption, broken lovers start again