Xie Mu’s task was to make scum gongs fall in love with him. He skillfully disguised himself as a white lotus, delicate and pitiful, kind and naïve. Even if he became an existence thrown away by the slag gong like a cheap pair of shoes, it didn’t matter, because Xie Mu would quickly make him kneel and apologize, even willing to dig out his heart and present it on a silver platter. —— and once the slag gongs fell in love, he would, step by step, lead them into hell: [I didn’t abandon you, it’s you who abandoned the amnesiac me] [I didn’t cuck you on purpose, I was being forced ah] [Even though I used you as a substitute, but it wasn’t on purpose] What could be crueler than abandoning someone only to want them back and find out that they’ve become forever out of reach? Warnings: Fictional, brainlessly MarySue, refreshing dog blood drama, love triangle antics, deceivingly harmless but inwardly dark main characters, there are no limitations on the morality of people, read with discretion. Translator’s note: Chapters up until 49 were translated by the previous team and are mostly unedited, once we’re done with the rest of the novel we’ll get back to that, please bear with it for now!