Everyone in Lincheng was certain that Lu Qingyan from the Banshan Villa was the most docile and harmless person.
He has a serious eye disease and slow vision. He sits in meditation with an inkstone all year round. He wears plain clothes and worships Buddha. His temperament is as light as an ancient spring with no ripples. He does not fight or fight, is gentle and compassionate, and is the cleanest and most approachable existence in the wealthy circle.
Su Zhiyu, who died once, returned to Lincheng with scars all over his body.
The past of being wiped out by her loved ones and being drowned in the world made her no longer believe in the warmth of people's hearts. She needs a stable haven, a shelter that no one dares to shake, where she can hibernate and heal herself, and seek her own justice.
So she put away all her edges and sharpness, transformed into a meek and quiet orphan girl, walked through the mist and rain in the mountains, and knocked on his courtyard door.
She restrained herself step by step and distanced herself at every turn. She carefully regarded him as the safest supporter, thinking that she was the only sober planner in the room.
But she never knew.
When they first met in misty rain, the mist in his eyes was the practice of self-discipline and a barrier to isolate the world. Only when he looked at her, there were hidden ripples that would be difficult to calm down over time.
He saw clearly all her forbearance, stubbornness and pretended meekness, and saw through the lingering mist and deep hatred in her eyes, but he never pointed it out, he was just gentle and indulgent, waiting quietly.
Everyone in the world looked at the mountains and rivers of ancient inkstones, but Lu Qingyan was the only one who had room for it since the first time he saw it.
Intention: Sober and independent, cherish others and cherish yourself