In the early spring of that year, as the warm wind blew through the windows of thousands of houses, Lu Chunshen saw the cold and noble Qin Chuying for the first time on the spring stage built for the theater troupe.
There seemed to be tenderness between his brows, and he sat lazily on the west floor, his cold eyes falling across the sea of people on her delicate body.
A glance can bring disaster.
Thousands of ripples arose in my heart.
She originally thought that he would be the salvation that she had spent her entire life to earn, but little did she know that he was actually another endless abyss.
