The summer cicadas buzzed noisily as a special guest arrived at the residential compound: Su Xiaoya, like a little white rabbit who had wandered into a pack of wolves, was terrified of the future and of the husband she had never met. Lu Ting Shen carried the smoke of battle and an icy severity between his brows. He instinctively resisted the arranged marriage, yet, as if possessed, nodded the moment he saw her. He was used to showing his concern through orders, while she learned to respond to his clumsy gestures with care. He was a silent mountain, shielding her from every storm; she was a gentle stream, quietly melting his frozen heart.
