[On a rainy night, the display window of "Yun Xiangyi" glows with warm light. Yu Wanchen sent away the last guest, and her fingertips unconsciously ran across an old silk scarf left by the other party. A strong heart palpitation and unwillingness suddenly gripped her... At this time, the wind chime rang softly at the door, and a man in a black coat, with an aura of dignity but a cold feeling, stepped in. His eyes fell on her accurately: "Miss Yu? I have admired her for a long time. Shen wants to customize a cheongsam for my mother's birthday. The material... Is a bit special." He handed over a simple wooden box. Yu Wanchen agreed with a smile. The moment her fingertips touched the cold silk, she seemed to hear a distant gunshot and a sad call... She raised her eyes and met Shen Yuheng's bottomless eyes, and her heart was slightly shaken.
