She is a rose with thorns, born to be held in the palm of her hand, and accustomed to everyone's indulgence.
Until I met Fu Shenyan.
The man looked at her like he was looking at an ignorant child - tolerant, helpless, and with a hint of depth that she couldn't understand.
He calls her "Zhiwei's niece", cleans up all the mess for her, calmly settles everything after she gets into trouble, and then goes home to slowly settle the score with her.
She thought it was discipline, but later she realized it was preference.
Shen Zhiwei always thought that he had tried his best to make this iceberg fall in love.
It wasn't until many years later that she found his diary from when he was a teenager.
On the yellowed page, the boy wrote stroke by stroke:
"Today at Uncle Shen's house, I saw a little girl in a red dress. She smiled at me. I think my wife should look like this in the future."
That year, she was three years old and he was twelve.
It turns out that all reunions after long separation in this world are planned for a long time.
It turns out that it was not you who tamed me, but I... I have been waiting for you for many years.
