Everyone in the family thought Ji Yangyang had gone crazy.
So they locked him up.
Ji Yangyang sat before the mirror, entranced. He was the only one who could see that there was another world inside it.
He watched a young man who looked exactly like him get beaten and humiliated, manipulated by fate and driven into the abyss, then die destitute on a snowy night.
Ji Yangyang couldn't help rewriting his fate.
Whenever the person in the mirror needed help, Ji Yangyang smeared his blood on the glass to help him.
The more he helped, the more he did it.
His family thought Ji Yangyang was getting even crazier.
Ji Yangyang was hated by everyone in the world outside the mirror, but was a treasured darling to everyone in the world inside it.
[Revenge] [Face-Slapping] [Sweet Romance]
They shared the same bloodline, and Han Langzheng felt that everything Ji Yangyang had should belong to him.
The repressed desire to possess him became an intoxicating tonic, surpassing power and wealth, the moment he touched him.
His body and soul trembled, and his desires took on a new meaning.
It was every look from Ji Yangyang.
Every inch of Ji Yangyang's skin.
Every touch.
Every shiver.
A mad, extravagant flower nourished by blood must give its master everything, the most nourishing of all.
