Xie Yuchen: I Once Looked Up at You from the Abyss

Qi Yue thought she would spend the rest of her life buried in the dust of an earthquake.

Until Xie Yuchen wiped her face clean with a white handkerchief. “From today on, the Crescent Hotel is your home.”

When Hei Xiazi gripped her wrist and taught her how to use a knife, he sneered. “A little stray dog thinks she can pass for a house cat?”

Zhang Qiling silently tossed her a bandage, his fingertips brushing the bloodied web between her thumb and forefinger.

Later, at a banquet hosted by the Jiumen, someone mocked Qi Yue as nothing more than a dog raised by the Xie family.

Xie Yuchen grabbed the man's throat in full view of everyone and smiled faintly. “Qi Yue is the knife I keep clenched in my hand even when I sleep.”

Meanwhile, Qi Yue held the lighter she'd swiped from Wu Xie and singed off half the heckler's eyebrow.

“Correction,” she said, tilting her head. “I'm a mad dog.”