Summary
My mother always said that when evaluating a fiance before marriage, one shouldn’t just look at his family status or his looks;
you also have to see if he knows how to cherish a person.
But no one ever told me what to do if my fiance wasn’t a person at all.
Xie Heng wore the skin of a noble, elegant Heir.
He was refined, composed, and always spoke with a gentle smile-he had everyone fooled. That was, until I stumbled upon him in the backyard, where he was violently biting through a set of iron chains. His hands were covered in blood, and his canine teeth were pressed hard against his lower lip.
His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at me, his voice rasping. “Come here.” “Don’t force me to come and take you myself.”