Reunion after years apart | Push and pull | He pursues her later | A man in power falls helplessly in love
Proud, sharp-tongued gentleman with a soft heart vs. gentle, reserved florist
Yu Yin and Shen Nanji, a top young heir in Beijing’s elite circles, shared a connection when they were young. No one else knew about it, and it took years for that connection to echo again.
Shen Nanji was relaxed and carefree, indifferent and distant. Even his naturally affectionate eyes were cold.
Everyone said he was heartless and flirtatious, that he had done every kind of evil, and that he had stolen the position he now held.
Yu Yin didn’t believe them. Holding on to her fond memories of the past, she carefully drew closer to him. But when they met again, he stared at her for a long while, furrowed his brows, and asked in confusion, “Have we met?”
But Yu Yin was stubborn, and she kept after him for two whole years.
Shen Nanji refused her. He watched her cry with cold indifference, then laughed as he turned down her confession. “You have plenty of love in your life. You don’t need mine.”
He said he had never fallen for her.
Yet he had taken a knife and beaten for her, traveled a thousand miles through a downpour for her, and even braved a blizzard to look for her when she got lost while he was burning with a fever.
And on an old locust tree at the Shen family home, a strip of red silk appeared one late autumn, unsigned, with only the words, “May Yu Yin enjoy peace and safety year after year.”
She asked, “Isn’t this love?”
“No. It’s pity.”
After their last embrace, she never appeared again. The usually unflappable Mr. Shen stared at the red exclamation mark on his screen, his phone trembling in his hand.
When they met again, she was laughing happily over drinks with another man beneath a dazzling golden light.
This time, he watched her in secret and pursued her relentlessly, hiding his frustration and claws, pretending to be just another person in her circle.
But Yu Yin had always been decisive. When she said she didn’t love him, she meant it.
“Don’t you have a life of your own? Why do you have to keep revolving around me?”
Then news came that she was getting married, and every bit of Shen Nanji’s calm facade shattered. All that remained was a heart prostrated before her, begging for her love and mercy.
“Yu Yin, you can’t seduce me and then abandon me.”
Mist blurred her vision. She tried to dodge and escape his hold, but the person behind her grabbed her.
Shen Nanji’s gaze swept over the flushed face in his arms. He lifted her chin, forcing her to look at herself in the mirror, his voice so soft it turned hoarse.
“I love you. Can you feel it now?”
Reader’s guide:
1. Both leads are virgins. The male lead has only ever loved the female lead.
2. Angsty
Theme: Freedom, hope, and love
