At eighteen, Lu Yiyang was violent, unruly, and obsessively stubborn. No girl dared get close to him.
Only Meng Mi would smile and say, “Lu Yiyang has the gentlest heart of anyone.”
At twenty-five, Lu Yiyang was composed and wise, handsome and wealthy. Every girl in Jinyang wanted to marry him.
Only Meng Mi would smile faintly and say, “Marry him? Am I crazy, or have I lived long enough?”
Lu Yiyang said, “I’m the one who’s crazy. My Meng Mi is so wonderful. I worship her like a goddess, yet I also want to drag her down into hell with me.”
“Bells ring when the wind blows. When I see him, my eyes light up,” Meng Mi thought. “Maybe that’s what love is.”
If you've made up your mind, then cherish the bond you share.
It's really good. This is the second book by this author. Great! 👍