Wen Yao and her cousin Wen Shu had loved bickering since childhood. During one argument, Wen Yao boasted, “In the capital, if I set my sights on a man, there’s no way I can’t win him over with this face of mine.”
“What about Xie Han Jue? Can you win him over?”
“Of course.”
Her mouth was quicker than her brain. By the time Wen Yao wanted to take back those words, it was already too late.
Everyone in the capital knew that Xie Han Jue was as immaculate as an immortal and had absolutely no interest in women.
Later, she steeled herself and tried to get close to him, only to mistake him for someone else.
He was so hard to woo. If only she’d known, she wouldn’t have run her mouth.
“You like me? That’s a shame. I’m not interested in you.”
Those words only made Wen Yao more determined to win him over.
Even the coldest heart can eventually be warmed, but the process can be excruciating.
Again and again, Wen Yao pursued him, only to return defeated.
Just as she was ready to give up, he unexpectedly refused to let her go…
