At the age of fifteen, a tragic car accident took away Yu Tingwan's parents and carved fear into her bones.
Since then, her fingertips have been trembling involuntarily, a sign of post-traumatic stress disorder. No one thought that this trembling would allow her to "hear" the whispers of metal. Under the protection of her adoptive parents and the witness of the old ginkgo tree on campus, she turned her pain into the sharp edge of a carving knife, carving her own way in the jewelry world with her unique "tremor marks" - the emerging designer Jade was born.
Five years later, a marriage contract bound her and Fu Yanxiu together again.
The boy who once shared secrets under the tree is now the cold heir to the Fu Group. His eyes were distant and his words were like ice, building a high wall to separate her. Yu Tingwan was puzzled and heartbroken, but he smelled the atmosphere of conspiracy more keenly. The father-in-law Fu Zhiming, who controlled everything, looked at her with poison in his eyes - was the car accident that took away her loved ones actually caused by the Fu family's sworn hatred for her biological father? !
The edge of the heart is hidden, and the glimmer of light is immortal.
On one side is the trap carefully woven by Fu Zhiming, pressing her step by step, trying to push her into the abyss; on the other side is the desperate look in her father's eyes in the memory fragments and the Fu family's closely guarded past events. Yu Tingwan struggled in the shadow of the past, using design to fight against oppression, looking for opportunities to tear open the gap in the thorns woven with cold metal and lies.
When the dusty music box was accidentally activated by her trembling fingers, the murder instructions were played clearly - and the bloody truth finally unfolded before her eyes.
He is the son of an enemy and the silent "zero" in the dark night.
Fu Yanxiu's love is wrapped in the thorns of guilt, and it is a desperate protection. He wandered in the gray area, using codes as spears, trying to cut off the chains of sin of his fathers. And can the carving knife in her hand carve out the light of redemption for each other in the paradox of love and hate?
——When the ginkgo leaves fly again, are they bidding farewell to eternal silence, or are they coexisting in the glimmer of light?
Intention: On the ruins of love and hate