[Childhood Sweethearts + Both Each Other’s First + Secret Crush Becomes Mutual]
A spoiled, troublemaking heiress vs. an obsessive, wild young master
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On his third Christmas in the United States, Shang Han received a message from Yu Qiuxu: “The sweet potato stall downstairs is open. You used to always steal my last one.” He stared at the message without replying, then booked a flight home that night.
She didn’t know that on the night after their high school graduation, she had gotten blackout drunk and fallen into a man’s arms outside a bar, crying, “Why hasn’t Shang Han come back yet?”
By the floor-to-ceiling windows on the hotel’s top floor, he pulled her close, one arm locked around her waist. Their breaths mingled with the scent of agarwood on him and the trembling breath she couldn’t hide.
The stranger she had fallen into the arms of had always been him.
