Everyone in the capital said Su Zhixia was the most lowly princess of them all.
They laughed at her for lowering herself and throwing herself at a man.
But Su Zhixia didn't care. She only wanted to stay by his side and look at his face.
Until one day, she suddenly realized that the man she had guarded for three years was, in the end, nothing like that person.
Without a word, she turned and left.
Everyone around them mocked her for playing hard to get. Even Shen Yan thought so.
Until, later, he discovered the paintings Su Zhixia had treasured.
The young man in them looked almost exactly like him.
He went mad, his eyes bloodshot.
On a stormy, snow-filled night, he pleaded with her, “I was wrong. Please come back, won't you?”
The cool, dignified man pulled Su Zhixia into his arms and sneered, “Does someone like that deserve to be my stand-in?”
