Wen Shihuai picked up the perfect man by the side of the road.
He had no flaws except being poor. He was someone she could take anywhere, not to mention all the good things behind closed doors.
So she fell from grace for him, suffering but unable to let go. Only in the end did she discover that he couldn't feel pain.
It turned out that even the story's opening scene, where the hero rescued the damsel in distress, was nothing more than taking advantage of a crisis.
Later, Wen Shihuai bent down and asked the man kneeling in disarray before her, “Can you tell the difference between a China rose and a rose, between me and her?”
She didn't wait for an answer. Wen Shihuai casually lifted his face. “Even if you can't, it doesn't matter. …We have the same face, so I'll love you just as I loved him.”
It's very exciting, but I haven't finished it yet. Please don't write it until it's finished, okay? Half of it is gone.