[Both virgins, age gap, second male lead rises to the top, slow-burn romance.]
The Yu family’s sudden downfall changed the entire landscape of Hong Kong.
It also showed Yu Chuyi the true warmth and coldness of the world.
With nowhere else to turn, she finally found her once-gentle, humble fiancé, Pei Jichuan, in a private room at a club. But before she could open the door
“Heh, that sickly girl from the Yu family? If her family didn’t still have a little standing in Hong Kong, why would I ever agree to marry her? With a body that frail, I’ll have her dead from my games sooner or later. Hahaha…”
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No one knew that on the day disaster struck the Yu family,
Sheng Nanzhou had secretly returned to the country.
By chance, on a rainy night, he gazed down at the young woman collapsed by the roadside. Holding a black umbrella, he spoke with inscrutable eyes: “You’d be better off asking me than him.”
After that, the little rose the Yu family had lovingly nurtured vanished from everyone’s sight.
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Until one day.
On a misty, drizzly morning, someone happened to catch sight of them.
At Lingshan Temple, Yu Chuyi wore a dark blue qipao. Her brows were dark as ink, and her figure delicate. But a large hand, its veins faintly raised, rested on her slender waist.
The man lowered his eyes, his voice deep and his posture humble. “Baby, does your waist still hurt?”
Everyone gasped. “It’s Sheng Nanzhou.”
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And the rose he’d kept hidden in his heart
finally parted the clouds and glimpsed the light.
