The sinister hypocrite × the soft-hearted white rabbit
Everyone in the capital praised Second Young Master Shen as a man made of jade.
Gentle, dignified, gentle and drizzle, her smile can turn three-thirds of the snow in three winters.
Only Ye Zhiyin knew that underneath that Bodhisattva face was the Shura heart.
He blocked the knife for her and cut off all escape routes for her.
He gave her candies and weaved a web from which she could not escape.
He was gone for three years, and she thought she was finally free.
But when he came back, he knelt in front of her, cut out a heart and showed it to her——
"Ayin, I can't change it."
"I can't change it in this life."
Ye Zhiyin looked down at his bottomless black eyes, and for the first time there was light in them, broken and bright, reflecting only her.
She reached up and wiped the dust off his face.
He held her hand and smiled slowly.
That smile is real.
It seeped out from under the fake shell, it was hot, and it had three years of travel dust, it was hers.
