——I use the fire that burns my body to kiss the stars under your yoke
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When the snow in Paris fell on her collarbone, fate had already written its bloody foreshadowing.
Three years ago in Montmartre, a down-and-out painter painted a clavicle iris for a comatose oriental girl. Cinnabar mixed with snow water spread on the canvas, like an unfinished love disaster.
Gu Shiyan, the most secretive heir to power in the Beijing circle, turned the marriage certificate into a cage with his own hands.
The 300-square-meter Xishan villa is full of taboos - manuscripts from her student days, unsent love letters from Paris, and even the blood-stained iris sketch in the emergency room that night. Wen Nianchu falls into a contract marriage step by step, but little does he know that every time the string of agarwood beads on the man's wrist turns, he gets closer to the shocking secret of the change in the delivery room twenty years ago.
\"Mrs. Gu thinks this marriage is a deal?\" At the auction, he bit open the zipper of her dress and branded the gilt waist chain on her waist. \"From the moment you grabbed my cuffs in the snow, you were destined to burn with me.\"
When the jewelry competition reveals the biological mother's legacy, when the secret compartment of the ancestral hall exposes the baby-changing files, two souls whose fates have been tampered with face to face in the ashes. The hideous scar on his back is a testimony of when she fell from a building in her childhood, and the burning tattoo on her collarbone is a mark that he found across three continents.
On the night when the truth was revealed, Gu Shiyan pressed the muzzle of the gun against his temple, his eyes filled with destructive madness: "Is it enough to use my flesh and blood to pave the way for you to wash away the Gu family's sins?"
A feast of sparkling high-end jewelry, bloody iris reborn in the snow.
This huge gamble in the name of love has been staked on a lifetime of delusion as early as the first encounter on the Seine River.
——\"I want your shackles to be broken, I want you to stand on my bones and kiss the thousands of miles of stars that should belong to you.\"
Heir to Gu Group in Beijing × Gentle, Tough, Sensitive and Intelligent Jewelry Designer
Concept: On the ruins where fate has been tampered with, two broken souls use love as a carving knife to temper their conspiracy into bright starlight. When the ashes of the truth settle, only the sharp edge of self-awakening can pierce the shackles - we will eventually understand through mutual redemption that the real wealth is not the inheritance of blood, but the courage to face the abyss and still show the sincerity.