At the height of her career, reporter Zhong was famous, as was the beautiful flower of the literature department. She could write, dared to speak, and was stunningly beautiful. Back then, she never would have imagined that one day she would enter the city of marriage, battered and broken, trapped in a fortress of misery. What kind of man was Ye Zhong'e? A rising young talent in finance, with dazzling prospects, money and power, youth, and good looks: a real-life golden boy. With such qualities and such a family background, what woman would want a divorce? She said, “I used to think that before you met me, you were doing just fine, and with me, you went on living just the same way. I like helping someone when they’re down, not adding flowers to a brocade.” He said, “Zhong Zhilu, after all these years together, after being husband and wife, do you really think you can pretend nothing happened and walk away without a trace?” He had always been overbearing, and she could do nothing about it. A bloody murder case drew the two of them back together after they had begun drifting apart. The strange sound of dripping water in the middle of the night, the anguished cries in a dim alley, and a deadly battle with a fugitive. Conspiracies and frame-ups, despair and resistance, murder and being murdered… Without first being torn apart to the bone, how could they cherish each other after a long dream of life and death? As fate twists and turns, how can two bodies in love avoid becoming entangled again?
