A Spring Tide Stirs Beneath the Surface

[Elegant, Gentle Jiangnan Beauty × Powerful, Cunning Fox]

[Extreme Tension + Slow-Burn Romance + Love After Marriage + Possessive Love + Long-Standing Scheme]

She is a porcelain beauty from the misty rains of Jiangnan, with her late white moonlight buried in her heart.

He is the noble, aloof second son of the Pei family. Though he knows she has no place for him in her eyes, he still accepts the marriage arrangement his elder brother left behind.

On their wedding night, he keeps his distance, his manner proper. “There’s no rush. I’ll wait for you.”

Everyone thinks this is a marriage of convenience. Only he knows the truth:

He has been waiting for this day for far too long.

She works on her designs late into the night, and he brings her hot soup but never comes inside.

When she murmurs someone else’s name in her fever, he stands outside her door and crushes a teacup in his hand.

When she accidentally touches his hand, the desire surging in his eyes is even thicker than the night fog over West Lake.

He never pressures her. He only uses those cool eyes, cold toward everyone, to pin her in place inch by inch.

Until one day, she finally asks, “What is it you want from me?”

He smiles, revealing an out-of-control side she has never seen before.

“I want you to forget him.”

“Then carve me into your bones.”

She thinks he is disciplined and proper, calm and refined. She has no idea that in private, he has long since gone mad with love for her.