The young master of the Jiang family was as gentle as jade, but he suddenly fell from the altar into the mire. Now when the world talks about him, who doesn't say that he is ruthless and ruthless. But only when he returns from his dream at midnight, the faint sound of pipa seems to ring in his ears again, and he seems to be able to see her cold face again, will his hand that is always clenched slightly loosen, and sometimes a tear will fall from the corner of his eye. I have never owed anyone, but I owe you alone...