The year Shen Zhiyi entered the capital, people all over the city said that Pei Xingzhou was cold-blooded and ruthless, ruthless in killing, and the most untouchable.
She thought so too.
Until that snowy night, Pei Xingzhou gathered her cloak with his own hands. His fingertips inadvertently brushed the side of her neck and whispered, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
At that moment, she really believed it.
But in the blink of an eye, in front of everyone, he pushed her to someone else and said with a cold face: "Miss Shen has nothing to do with me, don't misunderstand her again."
After hearing this, her heart felt as if someone had slowly cut out a knife.
Later she found out that he was not heartless.
He is so affectionate.
He blocked arrows for her, swallowed blood for her, and bore the dirtiest charges for her.
But every time she got closer, there would be a more ruthless knife hanging above her head.
She blamed him, hated him, and couldn't help but miss him.
He was obviously so cold, but he hid all the heat in his bones.
Until the old case is opened and the truth comes out.
Only then did she realize that from the first moment, he had no intention of letting her go.
And she had no intention of letting him go.
