The cold and lonely girl Zhuang Qingxia lives in another courtyard, as fragile as glass. Zhou Jingze, the eldest son of the Marquis of Cheng'an, was powerful and cold-faced. Xinglin glanced at her in shock, her stubborn figure falling into the dust struck into his heart.
"Name?" He restrained her forcefully, his eyes burning.
She fled in panic, leaving behind the broken paintings.
But he kept the stained painting in his heart.
From then on, he broke into her world domineeringly: the "accidental encounters" that followed him step by step, the waiting at the mountain gate on rainy nights, and the protection with thunderous means. His tenderness was her exclusive privilege, just to melt the frost in her eyes and make her smile.
She resisted his strength, but indulged in the warmth under his wings. Holding the spoon with bare hands, silently accompanying him, responding to his heat with flexibility. Under his overwhelming love, the ice in her heart gradually melted, and her life blossomed.
Even though there were open and covert attacks and slander, he was always her strongest barrier: "If the sky falls, I will hold it up." He cleared the road ahead for her with his iron-blooded tenderness.
From the thrilling first encounter, to the long-term acquaintance, to the great favor of Shili Hongzhuang. He poured out all his tenderness in exchange for her smiling face like a flower; she broke out of her cocoon and turned into a butterfly, enjoying the quiet beauty of the years side by side with him.
