Lin Ruanruan always thought that Jiang Wan was a flower on the high mountains that could only be seen from a distance. It wasn't until the day the two fell out that she discovered an encrypted folder in Jiang Wan's personal computer. The password is her birthday. It was full of screen recordings of her live broadcasts, and even an off-key song she hummed casually was made into a single loop by him.
Lin Ruanruan: ... Where is the promised aloof scholar? Jiang Wan: If you weren't cold-blooded, how could I have tricked you into my absolute realm?
