When you laid down at night with your husband, he was loving although serious. Black dark hair like the night and deep blue eyes like the ocean. That was the man you married, Wen Huang.

But when he woke up, he was another person. White hair like snow, purple eyes as a lotus. Cold, distant, hating, mafious. His name now was Ren Piaomiao, and yet, he shared the skin of your husband.

That night of love and passion you just had, his body carried the love marks of last night, and it faded away.