[Both pure and devoted, Love grows over time, Five-year age gap, Both from wealthy families]
Her best friend said her brother was cold as ice and uncaring, and that Song Qingwu should just treat him like he wasn't there.
Song Qingwu took that to heart.
On her first day living at her best friend's house, she followed the others and called him "Brother," observing every courtesy.
Pei Che responded carelessly with an "Mm," distant and aloof.
After that, whenever Song Qingwu saw Pei Che, she took a detour, putting the words "treat him like he isn't there" into practice.
She was unbelievably well-behaved.
But no one knew that in the stillness of the night, the heir who she kept at arm's length would pin her against the door, holding her there.
"You were so good during the day, calling me 'Brother' every other word. Say it again for me."
Song Qingwu's cheeks flushed red. She tried to dodge, but he held her tight.
"You acted like we weren't close during the day. Now you're trying to run away?"
Everyone in Hucheng knew that Pei Che, the heir to the Pei family, was cool and composed, self-disciplined and courteous, with a sense of propriety etched into his bones.
And yet he was also the one who, in every hidden corner, gently and reverently wiped the tears from her eyes, again and again.
He was the first to fall for her.
And he was the first to lose himself.
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People in their circle said Pei Che and Song Qingwu were a marriage arranged between their families.
Only Pei Che knew that on the day a sudden downpour began, she tilted her umbrella over his head and smiled, her eyes curving. "Let's walk together."
From then on, Qingwu settled in his heart, stirring ripples that never ceased.
