Su Wan was like a breeze brushing against the face, soft and gentle, yet strong enough to smooth away every crease. She swept across the door to Lu Chenyu’s heart, sealed for years. He was used to wearing indifference as armor and keeping people at a distance as a shield. Lu Chenyu was like a beam of light cutting through the mist, cold yet blazing, shining straight into the depths of Su Wan’s heart, buried beneath the dust. She was a pebble trampled into the mud, so lowly that even lifting her head took courage. They were each other’s weakness, and each other’s armor.
