Five years ago, I rescued Li Jiu from the streets and did everything I could to put her through college.
I even got a steel bar through my lung while saving her, leaving me with a permanent injury.
Yet she was always sharp-tongued and cold toward me.
She wouldn’t even look at me.
I thought she was born without a smile, until the day I saw her smiling sweetly at my cousin.
That was when I realized she wasn’t naturally cold-hearted. She just didn’t love me.
But later, when I found a woman whose whole heart and gaze belonged to me, she panicked. “Ruosheng, please don’t leave me, okay?”
