When Zhao He first met him, he carried himself like a proper gentleman, yet her heart pounded as she looked at him.
She thought it was only a meeting with no romantic significance, but fate kept pushing her closer and closer to Fu Shiyu.
The day she had nowhere left to turn, she knocked on his door. With barely half her life left, she made her way to him and offered a deal. "Protect me for three years."
Fu Shiyu's expression remained perfectly calm as he replied, "All right."
Zhao He hid the feelings that had no place in her heart. "After three years, we'll go our separate ways. I won't bother you."
Fu Shiyu's hand trembled slightly as he set down his teacup. A moment later, he said, "All right."
Three years later.
Fu Shiyu, who claimed to be too busy with official duties to spare a moment, picked the lock on the door in Xinghua Alley under cover of night.
Sleepy-eyed, Zhao He looked at Lord Fu, who was supposedly "swamped with official duties." "How did you find time to come today, Lord Fu, with your busy schedule?"
With the chill of the road still clinging to him, Fu Shiyu answered with a question. "Is this how you treat a guest, Madam Lin?"
Zhao He's eyes widened. "What kind of guest comes in the middle of the night and enters the inner quarters without even announcing himself?"
Lord Fu's clear, deep eyes smiled at the woman before him. With practiced ease, he slipped an arm around her slender waist. "Fu is best at turning the tables on his host."
Theme: Love is about two free souls helping each other become their best selves.
