Jing Yan thought she wouldn’t live to see twenty, so she greedily wanted to explore the world beyond: the springlike South, the vast deserts of the Western Wilderness. Even a year or two would be enough.
But she never expected to meet that cool, aloof young man.
At their first meeting, one simple glance was all it took for them both to fall for each other.
From then on, the head of the Mo family had a little girl in his heart whom no one else was allowed to touch.
When Jing Yan lay weak in a hospital bed, the usually steady and powerful man wept like a child. “Yanyan, please, don’t leave me…”
Though he had never believed in gods or Buddhas, he climbed the steps to a temple he had never set foot in, bowing at every step, praying only that his girl would be safe.
Heaven smiled upon them, and fortune was on their side: his girl became his wife and the mother of his child.
