Please Mark Your Owner

Lu Zhi'an woke up with no memory, only to find himself the personal assistant of business magnate Xiao Yuan, and moreover, seen as a prey that his brother, Xiao Jin, was determined to capture.

One is cold and restrained, the other is wild and unrestrained.

He was enveloped by their silent cherishing and cautious fear, as if trapped in a meticulously crafted cage, or like a treasure enshrined on an altar.

Until he regained his memory and remembered that he was once a "designer" who operated between black and white, and that they were the two little snow leopards he desperately brought out of the laboratory, only to be separated on a rainy night.

—It turns out this was not a fated encounter, but a reunion.

Now, he watched the two kneeling before him to beg for forgiveness and picked up the data cable from the ground.

“Where did you go wrong?”

Xiao Yuan’s voice was hoarse, “We failed to protect you.”

Xiao Jin’s eyes were red. “We… lost you.”