Ming Qian has spent more than twenty years living carelessly and aimlessly, believing in taking life as it comes and keeping everyone at arm's length. She thought she would drift through life in a daze until Ye Zhiyi walked into her world.
Always impeccably dressed, Ye Zhiyi stands tall, with a cool, commanding presence. She acts decisively, and no one has ever seen her let down her guard. No one but Ming Qian. In her presence, the ice melts away into tenderness and alluring abandon, a striking contrast.
Few people know that beneath Ming Qian's seemingly carefree exterior lies a painful past. A traumatic experience in her youth left its mark, and her triggers follow her like a shadow. She is constantly gripped by self-doubt. She hides behind an air of indifference, but deep down she is fragile and starved for love, having struggled alone in the dark for years.
Ye Zhiyi is the one who shatters the gloom surrounding her world. She draws closer with calm steadiness, holding Ming Qian in her arms and soothing her gently when her trauma is triggered. Patiently, she waits for Ming Qian to relax, carefully avoids her triggers, and uses both strength and tenderness to slowly pry open her defenses.
Love grows naturally with time. After more than twenty years of drifting, Ming Qian's heart finally falls to Ye Zhiyi's tenderness and special affection.
In the lingering night, Ye Zhiyi leans down and lifts Ming Qian's chin with a fingertip, wild and seductive. Holding a cigarette between her lips, she looks at Ming Qian with a smoldering gaze, teasing yet tender. “Her, or... me?”
The warmth of her breath and the scent of tobacco wash over Ming Qian. Instinctively, she feels shy, but not afraid, only flustered and captivated. The tips of her ears turn red, and she blurts out, “I'll choose dumplings.”
