The Cold Wind Meets, the Fetters of Fate

[Slightly sickly girl] [Multiple heroines] Begging for twelve-year-old Xue Ye, he picked up Su Li, the daughter of a wealthy family who was in trouble, from the garbage pile, and warmed up the two lonely souls with half a piece of hard steamed buns. One is a silent young man who relies on others, and the other is the arrogant and willful eldest daughter of the Zhang family. The class gap cannot block the entangled fate, but it makes the bond between childhood sweethearts full of suspicion and sting. While Su Li's scarf still carried the snowy fragrance of Paris, he bumped into another figure in the cold northern night - Ling Yue, a thorny rose blooming in the darkness, who dragged him into the power game of the logistics empire with bloody deals and fatal temptations. On one side is the pure and flawless first love, Bai Yueguang, on the other side is the dark traveler tempered by fire; on the other side is the ideal world built by programming codes, and on the other side is the survival law intertwined with swords and shadows. From the steamed buns on a snowy night to the trophy in the programming competition, from the crystal lantern in the Su family villa to the blood stains in the abandoned factory, Lin Mo's world has long been torn in half. He held on to the warmth woven by Su Li, but he couldn't stop the poison handed to him by Ling Yue; he wanted to protect the original purity, but he fell deeper and deeper into the darkness. When the white moonlight is stained with dust, and when the black rose blooms with fragility, he stands at the fork in the road of destiny, which outstretched hand should he hold? In this love-hate entanglement that spans ten years, every choice is filled with the temperature of blood - some use betrayal to protect innocence, some use sinking in exchange for redemption, and he will eventually find the answer to his fate in the entanglement of the scent of cedar and the smell of blood. Please readers, please send me some electricity and add more bookshelves