When they first met, Fang Ling's eyes were blood red and she was standing in the corner of the party dressed in black. Qiao He, who was wearing a teddy bear costume, looked at her and fell into the web she had woven with just one glance.
Although they were his wife who slept together at night, Qiao He knew nothing about her past, her family, her school, and everything about her.
He loved her so much that if she didn't tell him, he wouldn't ask.
But God seemed to have made arrangements. He didn't want to go beyond the thunder pool, but God allowed him to discover the ingenuity in it. Fang Ling's past was torn apart by him layer by layer, and finally surfaced.
At home, she is her husband; away from home, he is the detective investigating her.
What happened in the Huanglin Villa eight years ago?
The witch's white veil was torn off layer by layer, leaving only blood stains.
I thought I would quietly be my Internet celebrity, and you would quietly sell your wine, live our own little life, and live a stable life. In this way, one day I will fall in love with you. But in the end, I was just lucky. ——Fang Ling
I will not let you leave. I will find out all the truth and then hide it. In this way, your past and present will be mine alone. ——Qiao He
The immortal rose will eventually wither.
Will you do the same?
