On a dark moonlit night, a magnificent tall building stands tall, the building of desire, the site of desire. A place where men have fun and where male favorites show off their laughter. "If I don't have the right to die, can I give you my heart? Will you believe it? You hold my deed of betrayal in your hand, and a piece of paper determines my fate, but my heart is also in your hand." Ye Di looked at Yan Xi with cold eyes, and watched Yan Xi stab the dagger into her chest. "No! You have no right to die!" Ye Di picked up Yanxi, but Yanxi's hanging arms seemed to be laughing at herself. . . . .