(A word of caution!!! The male and female leads are independent people in my story. Their personalities and ways of thinking are never fixed, and they never act out of character.)
When they first meet, the gentle, pure-hearted young man tilts his head in confusion and gazes at the pitch-black sky. Bending down, he angles his umbrella toward the girl.
“Are you crying along with the sky?” His voice is like a clear mountain spring, washing away the girl's shame.
When they meet again, the elegant, distinguished man lounges casually on the sofa, swirling his wineglass. His slightly upturned, seductive eyes are lazy and nonchalant as he looks at the girl before him and smiles. “Moli, you haven't changed at all.”
The girl looks at him coolly, her lips pressed together. “Wen Moli, neither have you.” Still as disgusting as ever, all glitter on the outside.
At the end, the sinister man approaches the girl step by step, holding a bouquet of jasmine. “I give you jasmine, and hope you'll never leave. Moli, if you accept my flowers, you'll take my surname and never leave my side.”
This is a meeting and an acquaintance that were planned from the start. Amid a love-hate relationship, it's become impossible to tell who will win. Someone has already fallen into this carefully woven web of love. This is no longer a game...
