[A cool, composed heroine who's sweet on the outside but calculating within + a naturally dark, disturbed male lead]
Pei Xiangyi's world was gray. Everyone came in different shades, but they were all the same.
By chance, she transmigrated into a novel called The Peerless Strategist. She wasn't the heroine, though, just a minor character with a few lines.
At least she had parents who cherished her. After more than ten years as an orphan, this was the first time she'd felt fate had favored her.
But fate had other plans. She had only two years of happiness left.
Pei Xiangyi wasn't surprised. Being able to experience family love, even briefly, was already a blessing. She would fight for whatever came after on her own.
What surprised her was why the proud, unruly heir apparent treated her like a goddess. He had forged a chain with his own hands and placed one end in her grasp, yet refused to say where this devotion came from.
Xie Feiwan stood on the stone steps and said, word by word, “You may love or hate whoever you like, as long as it's not me.”
Usually, Pei Xiangyi had to look up at him. Now, though, she felt that the person before her was clearly kneeling.
She was Xie Feiwan's calamity, and he was hers in turn.
