Gu Xue had always listened to Lu Youting, treating him like a god.
She had been in love with him for ten years, but never dared tell him herself.
Yet her god was the one who broke her wings with his own hands and cast her into an endless hell.
On the night of her nineteenth birthday, he tried to drown her in the bathtub.
She didn't blame him or resent him. No one understood better than she did that all that remained between them was a debt to be repaid.
Gu Xue had only one wish in this life: she hoped her god would hate her a little less after she died. May he always smile, and live free of illness and disaster.
