Ling Shuang, a young maid, had a delicate, soft body and a face so beautiful and captivating that it could enchant all under heaven.
Alas, beauty of the highest order must be born into a family of the highest order. Only then is it a treasure of wealth and privilege, beyond anyone's daring to defile.
But she was born humble, and with a face like hers, she had to tread as if on thin ice.
Then one night, she shared a bed with the Second Master, a man as noble as a god.
After their passionate night, the Second Master called her cold and heartless, said she could turn her back on him without a second thought.
All she had ever wanted was to escape this cage.
She had never dreamed of bringing him down from his lofty pedestal.
In the end, his eyes red, he pinned her against the wall and gritted out, "I'm begging you to stay. Can you?"
A tender blade, every cut deadly + a clear-eyed, breathtaking beauty + a man pursuing his wife to the crematorium
