Tang Rou first met Jiang Mo when he came to the TV station to record a legal affairs program.
The partner at a top law firm sat quietly with his eyes lowered, long legs crossed. White light fell around him, lending him a cool, otherworldly air.
But her coworkers warned Tang Rou not to be fooled by his gentle, refined appearance. In truth, he was cold, brooding, sinister, hypocritical, and mad.
He had once driven someone to ruin without batting an eye, then gone to their funeral to mock them.
Tang Rou felt a chill crawl over her scalp.
Yet this man, whom everyone called utterly vile, spoke to her warmly and patiently explained the law.
One moment, he could be impeccably dressed in a suit, looking down on a client sobbing on their knees with a chilling smile.
The next, he could put on an apron and gently prepare dinner for her, his smile warm and bright.
Tang Rou understood him less and less.
Later, Tang Rou received a call from the hospital.
Jiang Mo's life hung in the balance in the emergency room. The corridor was empty: no parents, no friends, no one at all.
When Jiang Mo was wheeled out, the doctor said with a troubled expression, "Don't you even have anyone to stay with you?"
Jiang Mo gave a weak laugh and was about to speak.
A woman arrived in high heels, bathed in faint light. "Who says he doesn't? I'm here."
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When he was five, both his parents died.
Twenty years later, he made the people who had ruined his parents' lives suffer the same fate.
I am a demon imprisoned in a dark cage. Will you give me a glimmer of light?
Premise: The world is beautiful. Love life.
