I am a female thief. During a robbery, I robbed a man. He was gentle and handsome. I liked him and tried my best to please him. The man in white remained unmoved. He remained silent all day long and played the piano melancholy by the lotus pond in the back mountain. But he never said a word, never looked at me, and played the piano every day. I didn't know his name, but I saw him wearing white clothes. That's why I called him "white clothes."
After getting along for a long time, I impressed him with my sincerity and got married to him. That night, the "white man" was my husband who stabbed me with a dagger. It was a nightmare that I don't want to remember for the rest of my life.
A woman with tears on her face said to a man, "I beg you, don't be nice to me. I can't bear the harm you do to me anymore. Please let me go!" He said with a trembling body, "It's not me who hurts you, it's Bai Yi."
A woman from another world dies in the hands of her husband, and a woman who loves him deeply dies in his hands. What kind of love and hate will this bring, love and death, and whether he and her can be together.