Xiang Shan Yu Wangjiang

He was a born politician. If Pei Zhi could be compared to an animal, it would be an eagle: sharp-eyed, clear-minded, and straight to the point, striking like a blade. Those who wield only open weapons are fated to spill their blood and lose their heads, sacrificial offerings to be slaughtered. Pei Zhi, on the other hand, was fated to win.

But he was defeated by those eyes, like stars seen only in the depths of a winter night, and by that delicate hand that would offer him teddy bear cookies after he smoked.

She told him, "Xiao Zhi, when King You of Zhou lit the beacon fires, Bao Si suddenly smiled so beautifully. I doubt even she knew whether she'd fallen in love with the fireworks, more dazzling than anything she'd ever seen, or with the man beside her."

Pei Zhi began to panic. He didn't even realize that his palms had gone ice-cold.

"I'm not Bao Si. I'm sure of how I feel about you. You don't have to do anything just to make me happy. As long as I'm with you, any unhappiness will soon fade away."

When the truth came crashing down, misunderstandings still piled up. Would the future they shared truly leave them on opposite sides of a river, gazing at each other from afar?

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.