[An Ascetic, Powerful Old-Money Brit × A Sweet, Well-Behaved, Impoverished International Student]
[Mutual Firsts in Body and Heart / Height Difference / Age Gap / Pure Sweetness, No Angst]
[190 cm Tall, Deep-Voiced, Elegant Aristocratic Love Interest × 172 cm Slender, Fair Eastern International Student]
On the night of the St Andrews welcome gala, the lights suddenly dimmed, and a spotlight poured down.
Shen Yan took the stage in an intricately crafted Miao outfit, silver ornaments interlacing and bells ringing clear, dazzling the entire campus.
The man in the guest seats leisurely set down his teacup. For the first time, an uncontrollable storm stirred in his gray-blue eyes.
Edwin Ashford, 32, hereditary head of the Ashford family and a preeminent aristocrat at the very top of the old-money pyramid.
Tall, deep, restrained, and refined, he had always kept clear of gossip. Yet the moment he saw that young man from the East, he was willing to bow before him.
With the most composed and elegant manner, he drew closer, step by step:
A Montblanc pen handed over at just the right moment in the library, a cashmere scarf scented with fir on a snowy walkway, and a softly murmured "Sweetheart" over hot cocoa.
When the building was shut for winter break, the young student had nowhere to go. The lofty aristocrat lowered his head slightly, his gaze indulgent yet restrained.
"Come stay with me, sweetheart. My house is enormous, and it needs someone to truly make it a home. From that moment on, the chill of the North Sea breeze found a place to settle, and the fireplace in the century-old castle burned bright for just one person.
