He thought she was docile prey.
Little did he know that he had already stepped into the gentle cage she had carefully woven.
Pei Che, the crown prince of Beijing, enthusiastically pursues Song Ziqing, a good girl from the piano department.
He throws money, but she calmly collects it; he pesters, but she politely draws the line; his brother humiliates her, and she throws a glass of red wine back, but turns around and wipes the wine stains off his sleeves with the gentlest movement.
"Pei Che," she looked into his uncontrollable eyes with a smile, "Is it fun?"
When the hunter becomes the prey, when the pride is shattered——
The person who knelt down and begged in the rainstorm became him.
The winner gently leaned over and announced the final rule:
"Master Pei, you are my trophy."
