To escape a life behind bars, Shi Tingyu boldly tried to get close to the third young master of the Si family.
With everyone watching, she hooked an arm around the man's neck. “Third Young Master, don't you like Tingyu?”
His gaze was cool and deep, but there was a hint of affection in the way he looked at her.
After that, she relied on the man and did whatever she pleased.
Until one day, at a Si family banquet, the young and reckless Third Young Master Si politely greeted the man beside her.
His eyes fixed on the man, full of surprise. “Uncle, is she the new aunt you found for me?”
Shi Tingyu: “...?”
Rumor had it that the eldest daughter of the Shi family was as radiant as a rose, breathtakingly beautiful and irresistible. Countless people longed to claim even a small part of her.
Later, on a day of swirling snow, Shi Tingyu leaned against the man in his arms. The rose in the vase was bright red, blooming just as beautifully as ever.
My longing for the rose, and my reverence for it, have both become an unchanging devotion to you.
