“He is Lu, a man who can turn the clouds with one hand and summon rain with the other. Cold as ice to everyone else, he still bends down to tie her shoelaces, remembers that she doesn't eat cilantro, and tells her, when rain ruins her sketches, ‘I'll buy you the entire art supply store.’
‘Lu Shiyan, do you like me?’
He drew her into his arms, his voice low. ‘It's not that I like you. I love you.’
