Xia Chan was noisy, and the courtyard welcomed a special guest—Su Xiaoya. Like a little white rabbit that strayed into a pack of wolves, she was full of fear for the future and the husband she had never met. Lu Tingshen, with smoke and coldness between his brows, instinctively rejected arranged marriages, but when he saw her, he almost gave up. He was used to using orders to show care, and she learned to respond to clumsiness with care. He is a silent mountain that blocks all wind and rain for her; she is a gentle stream that quietly melts his frozen heart.
