Lord Li's Sinful Beloved

One devoted couple + possessive love

The night was as dark as ink, with stars scattered across the sky.

At her eighteenth birthday banquet, she wore a white gown, its hem swaying gently with each step. Her figure was graceful and shapely, her waist slender, and the lines of her shoulders and neck soft and elegant, like a rose just about to bloom. A faint flush colored her cheeks from the wine, and her eyes were hazy with tipsiness.

“Li Shangting... I'm eighteen today.” She swayed unsteadily, drunk. The words she wanted to say stopped at her lips, but he already understood.

Master Li frowned slightly and reached out to steady her by the shoulder, but made no further move. His palm was warm, yet his restraint held a distant chill.

“You've had too much to drink. I'll have A Ling take you back to your room.”

“Li Shangting, do you really... not care about me at all?” Her voice trembled, choked with tears.

Li Xuan'er's heart felt as though it had been pierced. At last, the tears slipped down her cheeks. She lowered her head, her voice so faint it was almost inaudible. “I understand.”

“Eighteen... and he still won't spare me a glance.” She murmured, her voice full of endless sorrow.

She had once thought that if she worked hard enough and shone brightly enough, she could make him notice her. But now she understood: she'd only been deluding herself.