A calculated frame-up took Wen Zhiyu’s parents from her, leaving her no choice but to live under the Marquis’s roof.
Her aunt treated her kindly, and her second cousin was warm and welcoming. Only the heir to the marquisate seemed to find fault with her at every turn.
She tried to mend things between them, but he accused her of having ulterior motives.
So she deliberately kept her distance, only for him to accuse her of flirting with everyone and being fickle.
She couldn’t make sense of her cousin’s temperament. All she could think of was leaving the estate, so she’d no longer be in his way.
He said she had brought shame upon the Marquis’s household.
She agreed to marry and leave the estate, and her cousin clenched his teeth and told her to get out.
She left, but that mercurial cousin cornered her by the bed and demanded to know why she had walked away so decisively.
She couldn’t understand him. She fought back, even driving a dagger into his chest.
He only smiled. “Little sister, your blade missed by an inch. You really can’t bear to hurt me.”
“...You’re insane!”
