The first time Lin Xi met Shen Yu was at the engagement party where their fate was decided. Wearing a red dress, she was as proud as a peacock with its wings spread. When she turned around, she caught a glimpse of the rumored heir to the Shen family who was as cold as ice, looking in her direction in a daze.
"The dazed look is not so annoying." She thought casually.
Shen Yu remembered Lin Xi because of the disdainful arc at the end of her eyes - like a rose covered with thorns, obviously delicate and delicate, but determined to show its sharpness to the world.
She thought they were just a contract marriage, and even if her heart moved, she told herself that it was impossible between them.
Is the thorny rose willing to put away its edge and let the frozen sincerity melt into a river?
