"Never pick up a man off the street!"
But when I found Wen Yan lying in a pool of blood...
Blood stained his brow, his face was pale as paper, and even the blood he coughed up was heartbreakingly beautiful.
I admit it: my face-loving DNA kicked in!
Saving him was the best decision I ever made.
A lot of people told me that someone from a family like his couldn't turn out to be any good.
They had no idea that he curled up and trembled with stomach pain late at night, cried until his eyes were red over a strawberry cake, and clutched the hem of my clothes on stormy nights, whispering, "Don't go..."
"Ming Wei, don't be too good to me."
After his fever broke, he would quietly fold the jacket I'd tossed aside. He remembered every food I'd casually mentioned I couldn't eat, and stood in front of me to shield me from people harassing me, despite his frail body.
When he used his odd-job earnings to buy the paintbrush I'd glanced at twice, I finally realized:
This boy, who couldn't even bring himself to take painkillers, was clumsily offering me all the warmth in his heart.
Then, on a stormy night, he was burning with fever and shivering in a corner.
I kicked open the door on his drunken father and wrapped him in my coat. "Wen Yan, come home with me."
Trembling, he buried his face in the crook of my neck. His scalding tears pierced through seventeen years of my carefree bravado.
◆ Quirky, hilarious, and hopelessly devoted to her husband x wounded, starved for love, and truly beautiful yet miserable
◆ Healing comedy that makes you laugh until you cry (the male lead is genuinely broken, while the female lead only pretends to be carefree)
