Wu Yang opened the door to find her elder sister's funeral altar, and a fragile-looking man.
Pan Xian'an, weeping like a rain-soaked pear blossom, threw himself into her arms. "Now that Madam is gone, I have no one in this world to rely on but Second Madam."
Pan Xian'an had run away from home. His striking looks got him sold eighteen times. When he was returned for the last time, even the trafficker was fed up. He slapped him and told him to fend for himself.
His bodily fluids were poisonous, and all eighteen people who bought him had died violent deaths.
The world was a dangerous place, and he had no way to survive. Just as he was waiting to die in a corner, a kind woman took him home.
At last, he had a stable life. But the kind woman's younger sister seemed to hate him.
Wu Yang: My sister brought home a strange man. He looks so pitiful he won't even raise his head to look at anyone. A constable's instincts tell me he's bad news.
Reader's guide: Happy ending
Theme: In this vast human world, everyone has their own fate.
