Why Are You Hiding? You're the One I Long For!

When she was seven, Wen Ju stabbed the collarbone of an arrogant young master with a thorny branch.

Seventeen years later, he came back.

At their first reunion, he was the mysterious, lavishly generous sponsor of the exhibition she was managing. He had just one demand: every detail had to be handled personally by Wen Ju.

At their second meeting, he cornered her in a shadowy area backstage at the exhibition hall. Brushing a finger over her earlobe, he said with careless amusement, “Wen Ju, what are you hiding from?”

The third time, the fourth, the fifth... Every approach carried an almost aggressive intimacy, and every exchanged glance seemed to kindle a fire neither of them dared to acknowledge.

Wen Ju thought he was only playing around. Then, one early morning, she bit his Adam’s apple and taunted him, “You’re so bad at this. How many people have you even slept with?” He held the back of her head and let out a hoarse laugh.

“Just once,” he whispered against her ear. “And I saved it for you.”

Headlights swept across the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the faint pink scar on his collarbone. The blood ran cold in Wen Ju’s veins.

At last, she remembered who he was. More than that, she wanted to know why he had searched for her for over a decade, and why he had saved his “first time” for her.

But before she could ask, his first love came back.

The woman wore a white dress and had an aloof, elegant air. She could come and go freely in his private art studio. People were saying she was the woman Zhou Yang had kept in his heart for over a decade. Wen Ju looked at a surreptitious photo on her phone: the woman’s back looked exactly like the blurry girl in a white dress on his phone’s lock screen.

So that was it. She was just a stand-in.

Wen Ju bought a plane ticket in the middle of the night, ready to leave. But at the airport, Zhou Yang cornered her in the restroom, his eyes red as he held her...