Suber had long seen through that Jiang Biezhi's approach was all a calculation, but he acquiesced in her approach step by step.
On a rainy night, she was soaked and knocked on his door, with carefully calculated vulnerability in her eyes. He handed over the towel, and his fingertips accidentally scratched the back of her trembling hand, without breaking through the disguise. Day after day, she pretended to read in the study, but actually observed his every move; while he was handling official duties under the lamp, his peripheral vision was always following her back. Until that day, in order to obtain confidential documents, she handed him milk with sleeping pills in her hand. He looked down and drank it. She sent Subor to bed to rest. When she was about to get up and go to his master bedroom, Subor suddenly held her wrist with a deep look in her eyes: "How long will the show last?" She looked up in panic, but she was caught in his gentle smile. "Now that you're here, don't leave." It turned out that in this hunting, the hunter had already fallen. Love spreads silently at this moment, no longer an exchange of interests, but a resonance of souls.
Intention: No matter how many times you fall into the quagmire, you must stand up and move forward.