Ember Fire Shen Luan

The late autumn rain, carrying the broken shadows of sycamore leaves, hit the glass windows of Haicheng No. 1 Hospital. Shen Qingyuan was lying on the hospital bed, and the gauze on her wrist was stained with dark red blood, which looked very much like the red silk she had torn to pieces at the grand wedding three years ago. The door was pushed open, and a man with a cold air walked in. The black suit was ironed without a trace of wrinkles, and his tall and noble figure exuded an aloofness. It's Lu Zhi. The leader of the Lu Group in Haicheng who turned his hand into clouds and turned his hand into rain was also her husband, the man who had imprisoned her in this golden cage for three years. His eyes fell on her bleeding wrist, and his thin lips pursed into a cold and hard line without any warmth: "Shen Qingyuan, what tricks are you playing again? Using self-mutilation to gain sympathy?" Shen Qingyuan twitched the corners of her mouth, revealing a pale smile, and her voice was as light as a candle in the wind: "Lu Zhi, I just... Don't want to see you again." Lu Zhi's eyes suddenly darkened, and the air pressure around him was so low that it was suffocating. He leaned over and pinched her chin with his fingertips, as hard as if he wanted to crush her bones: "Don't want to see me? Shen Qingyuan, don't forget, I saved your life. Your people and your heart can only be mine in this life." His fingertips were cold, with a familiar, shuddering pressure. Shen Yuan closed her eyes, and the hot tears finally fell silently. The entanglement between her and him started from a long-planned conspiracy, and it was destined to end with the pain of burning the body.