Li Chuxiao was born and raised in a slum during her childhood. She knows that poverty is the most vicious curse in the world. The lofty attitude of those people, like maggots attached to the bones, gave her an uncontrollable desire for power. She vowed to use all means to get everything she wanted.
Later, she met that man, and the fame and fortune she had been pursuing so hard were easily available to him. She was like a rat in the gutter, silently watching him being sought after by everyone.
Yes, the class gap is really making people jealous. Li Chuxiao hates him. Such an elegant posture makes all her calculations particularly ridiculous. Her destructive desire is hidden - how beautiful it is for such a gorgeous person to lose his composure.
Zhou Xuzhi had long noticed Li Chuxiao's unfriendly look. He was used to seeing other people's flattering faces. The little girl's timid and gloomy eyes made him feel offended and interesting at the same time. Li Chuxiao, he chewed it over and over again, and his eyes became more playful. He looked like a gloomy and thin bird, which did not match the name at all.
Li Chuxiao hated herself, Zhou Xuzhi thought with some humor. He had grown up as a star in the crowd, and no one had ever looked at him like this. He approached her subconsciously, like teasing a pet. It was particularly interesting that the other party hated her but had to deal with him.
Little did they know, the red thread of fate was already entangled between the two of them.
Love is too shallow, hate is too superficial, between you and me, we will never rest until death.
Intention: Hate the sea and love the sky