Everyone in Beijing's elite circles knows that Shen Qingci, the youngest son of the Shen family, is a living bodhisattva.
For twenty years, Shen Qingci has counted his prayer beads and recited three thousand Buddhist scriptures. The precepts are etched into his very bones: stay away from worldly affairs, avoid romantic entanglements, and be the Buddhist gentleman everyone in Beijing's elite circles praises.
Until he meets Lu Zhiye.
That arrogant, flamboyant young master insists on barging into his meditation quarters, disturbing his retreat. As Shen Qingci chants, Lu Zhiye leans close and laughs softly. "Buddha Shen, are you reciting scripture, or thoughts you don't dare voice aloud?"
The day the string of prayer beads snapped, rain poured from the heavens. Lu Zhiye pinned him against the door of the meditation room, his fingertips brushing the bodhi beads around Shen Qingci's wrist. "You've kept those vows for twenty years. I'll break them one by one for you."
"Shen Qingci, stop reciting."
"All the people you hope to save could never matter as much as I do."
Theme: My beloved is a gentle and passionate person.
