When I first met Chen Jiangyu, it was during the hurried winter in the southern hemisphere.
Gu Moru thought he was favored by the God of Love, and he fell into despair.
Then his head was bruised and bloody, his right hand was crippled, and he got an ugly and ferocious long scar.
She thought that being silent for the rest of her life would last forever.
Until that familiar bass sounded again.
She suddenly remembered that Chen Jiangyu had murmured to her when the two of them were closely dependent on each other.
"Mo Ru, do you believe in fate?"
Intention: Brave love, clear hate, bloody head, till death