She is a weed struggling to survive in the slums, and he is the king of the cold master of the business empire. An accidental fainting in class made him notice the scarred hands that refused to bend. He lifted her out of the mud and gave her everything women in the world could dream of - fine clothes, jewelry, a palace-like mansion. But the only thing he didn't give her was his own name.
He called her "Wanwan", which was the exclusive name given to him by the dead Bai Yueguang. He gave her white camellias because they were Bai Yueguang's favorite flowers. When he looked at her, his eyes always passed through her face, landing on some distant time and space that he could never return to.
She is his carefully watered substitute rose.
Planted in other people's soil, flowers bloom for others to see.
"Who do you think you are? You're just a canary I raised." He pinched her chin, his eyes as cold as ice.
She laughed until tears fell from her eyes.
"Lu Siting, you are right. I am no one. From now on, I am no one."
But a rose is a rose. Even if they are planted in the wrong soil, even if they are planted in the wrong season, her thorns are always there.
