When they first met, the boy's back was pressed against the cold wall of the reflection room, showing no intention of restraining himself. He held a silver lighter between his pale fingertips, and carelessly rubbed the roulette wheel with his thumb. He lowered his eyes, giving off a feeling of laziness and fierceness. The flames suddenly shot up, illuminating the wildness in his eyes, and were extinguished by him at will the next second.
Following the flames that flared up again, the young man raised his eyes and saw the girl behind the glass.
She looked pampered to the core, her smile was light but noble, hypocritical and delicate. The kind of person he would hate.
The girl always felt that he was forbearing, and this forbearance was salty, as if it had been soaked by sea water, sticky and impossible to shake off. It was as if his body was covered with sea water, but he felt the boy's enthusiasm, like a beating heart in the mountains.
Later, Cen Ye used words as a knife to cut open Wen Zhihuai's seemingly carefree life, revealing the same pale undertones inside. He said they were the same kind of people. But he didn't expect that the decent and hypocritical girl would admit it. What followed was her confession of her love for the boy.
Later, he never even asked her to love him, but he prayed that there would be no tears other than happiness in her eyes.
"The coldest person is moved, and the person in pain has warmth."
The wounds scabbed and cracked repeatedly, and tears turned into fissures that broke through the barriers. Two people trapped in cocoons brew a rotten and lingering sweetness in each other's scars, slowly transforming and their love heats up.
Delicate, hypocritical, rich lady ✕ Cruel and perverse lone wolf boy
Concept: Beauty is truth, truth is beauty. Real beauty is born precisely in the cracks of reality.