Everyone in the circle praises Wen Ruan for being a "little white rabbit" who doesn't know much about the world. Her eyebrows are as clear as a mountain stream without dust, and she even talks in a soft voice, as if she would fall over when the wind blows. No one knows that under this innocent skin, there is the confidence to turn the love world upside down.
Her left hand held the hidden thread of the top CEO of City A - the man who was decisive and aggressive in the shopping mall. He was willing to hide his wedding ring for her, put aside his sharp edge in a private villa late at night, and just be her loyal dog. He was even willing to listen to her whispers when making business decisions.
Her right hand is hooked on the cold Buddha recognized by the Buddhist world. The monk with cinnabar dotted between his brows and beads of Buddha in his hands was supposed to be a foreigner without sorrow or joy, but he broke his precepts for her in the Buddhist hall. He kissed her in a deserted place until her lips and teeth were hot, and the "unspeakable" obsession was engraved in her eyes. He once kowtowed three times on each of the 399 steps, not to ask the Buddha to save all sentient beings, but just to ask for her tenderness for a moment.
When the president's rose and Buddha's beads were delivered to the door at the same time, Wen Ruan still looked flattered, twirling his hair lightly with his fingertips, but hiding a quiet smile in his eyes. This game of love and desire has always been hers.
