On a neon rainy night, Gu Shaodong fell into the mud.
Su Wan crushed the bankruptcy liquidation document with her twelve-centimeter red-soled shoes, and pressed the barrel of the gun against the former noble man's chin: "Canary or broken glass, choose one?"
Twenty-seven surveillance blind spots hide her old injuries, and the poisonous tentacles of the blue-ringed octopus wrap around the bones of the business empire. When Gu Jin discovered that the starry sky ceiling of the penthouse coincided with the trajectory of his enemy's Patek Philippe, Su Wan's lips were rubbing the collar around his throat: "See clearly, the person who raised the sign to buy your home tonight is the uncle who cried the most at your father's funeral."
In this hunt in the name of love, every kiss is a poisonous barb.
She taught him how to disassemble the organ sales ledger contained in the gilt invitation, and used the tip of an jade hairpin to pick open his bleeding shirt at the auction: "If it hurts, remember, the title deed of the Gu family's old house is used to cover Mr. Lin's gambling debt."
Until that day when the helicopter tore through the heavy rain, Gu Jin watched the blue butterfly tattoo under Su Wan's collarbone fluttering with the light of the explosion - it was tattooed with the cobalt blue pigment that his mother clutched before she died. The milk candy handed out by the sanatorium twenty years ago finally melted into the silver thread locking the two people in the fireworks of revenge.
"Wanwan, Firefly when she was seven years old," he grabbed her hand holding the gun and pressed it to her heart, "now it's time to ask for my interest."
[Feed the eagle with blood until it dies]
Intention: dream