[The latecomer takes the lead]
Radiant, proud heiress × younger second son exiled from his home
Chi Mian was the apple of the Chi family's eye,
adored by everyone, dazzling and glamorous.
Everyone thought she would spend her whole life striding forward over a carpet of flowers.
Lu Zhao was the gentlest dream of her youth,
a refined young master who held her hand and promised her a peaceful life.
And He Yan
was a castoff who had crawled out of the dirt and blood,
a man who wore a smile while concealing a blade.
Everyone thought
Chi Mian should walk side by side with Lu Jiaping,
heading toward the most respectable and gentlest of futures.
That night,
He Yan stood beneath the highest lights in Jiangcheng, a cigarette between his lips,
and said quietly to Lu Zhao:
"Sorry, Young Master Lu.
I got to her first."
