Lin Xi first met Shen Yu at the engagement banquet that would decide their fates. In her red dress, she was as proud as a peacock with its tail spread. But when she turned, she caught sight of Shen, the rumored ice-cold heir to the Shen family, staring in her direction, momentarily lost in thought.
“He looks dazed. I suppose that's not too annoying,” she thought casually.
Shen Yu remembered Lin Xi for the disdainful curve at the corner of her eye, like a rose covered in thorns. Clearly delicate and pampered, she insisted on showing the whole world how sharp she was.
She thought theirs was nothing more than a marriage contract. Even when her heart stirred, she reminded herself that a future together was impossible.
Would the thorny rose be willing to sheathe her claws, and would his frozen heart be willing to melt into a flowing river?
