Lu Hewen was once the little sun held in the palm of the family's palms, and his smile could sweeten icebergs. Si Luxing, the prince of Beijing who can turn his hands into clouds and rain, can make waves in the market with just a flick of his fingertips, and he has lost all his edge in front of her.
Those hands that stirred up troubles always wiped the coldness off the knuckles when they touched her; those cold words that could overwhelm the opponent turned into gentle words in her ears - he suppressed his possessiveness like a tamed beast, fearing that a trace of violence would scatter the light that he regarded as a treasure.
The two people who fell in love at first sight were testing each other crazily, and the two people who fell in love madly were extremely hurt.
Lu Hewen changed from a bright girl to a cold beauty, thinking she could escape. But on the day they met again, Si Luxing was separated from the crowd at the banquet, his dark eyes locked on her, silently warning: "Lu Hewen, welcome back."
When Si Luxing's paranoia collides with her defense, is this belated chase redemption or another disaster?
