Nan Xiao never imagined that the man she had pushed into the abyss would appear again.
When they met again, she was reeking of alcohol and steeped in sorrow, while he remained the same heir apparent standing high above the clouds.
Afraid he would take revenge, Nan Xiao kept hiding and lowering herself, hoping only that he would let her off.
But in the end, she still couldn't escape his clutches.
In the dim room, a wine-red dress and a black shirt lay tangled together on the floor.
The woman's cheeks were flushed, her eyes glistening. Her soft white hands pressed feebly against the man's chest, begging him for mercy.
His strong, commanding hands pinned her slender waist. His dark eyes were like ink, their depths filled with obsession and madness.
“Nan Nan, don't leave me...”
