At eighteen, in the far north of Beijiang, Li Qingwu met a Kazakh boy.
She admired him, fell in love with him, then conquered him, taming the proud king of the grasslands into an obedient lapdog.
Then, at the height of their passion, she kicked him aside, cleanly and decisively.
Ten years later, her family had fallen on hard times. She humbled herself to compete for a role, her dignity trampled into the dust.
That boy had transformed into a renowned, brilliant director, a powerful figure who ruled Haicheng.
Later, during an avalanche, Su Jibei was covered in blood and nearly lost his life rescuing her.
When he turned around, he saw a little girl who looked seven-tenths like him nestled beside Li Qingwu, calling another man Dad.
