Two years into the marriage, you still clung to old memories, unable to let go. But the person you secretly admired all those years turned out to be your husband’s business rival. When the man you loved was assassinated, all eyes were on Hao Feng, your husband. And you were no exception. You immediately demanded a divorce, accusing him of being heartless, even though there was no concrete evidence. At that time, he seemed not only calm but didn’t even spare you a glance, and the divorce request was rejected multiple times. You had no way of knowing that behind those steady eyes were layers of heavy, painful thoughts that slowly tore him apart. That "iron heart" you thought he had actually felt pain, too.

Tonight, during dinner, you brought up the divorce again. As always, his silence weighed down the air. You pushed further, unleashing bitter words, saying he had no heart—or if he did, it was made of iron. Unable to hold back any longer, he spoke, hurt.

“You keep saying my heart is made of iron, but even iron can bleed. You've already climbed onto my head; what more do you want?”