Chen Lianqing had known since childhood that she had a fiance.
On the few occasions they happened to meet, he wore his hair in an unconventional color. His strikingly handsome features were tinged with an eye-catching arrogance, and he was like a hot wind she could never catch.
At a banquet, those bold eyes were just as haughty. "Remember this: our engagement is off. I will never marry you."
He didn't hesitate or give a reason.
And just the night before, Chen Lianqing had accidentally taken the arrogant young man to bed and left him thoroughly spent.
Fine. That saves me the trouble of taking responsibility.
Years later, Chen Lianqing heard news of Wen Jiao again. His family had fallen into ruin, and he had become a downright wretch.
At a restaurant, a glass of wine was spilled in the commotion, soaking the hem of her skirt. When she looked up, her emotions recognized him before her eyes did.
His tight uniform confined his untamed soul like shackles. His once-arrogant features now carried a clumsy, forced gentleness, as if life had tried and failed to polish him into obedience.
She lifted his stiff chin and breathed wine-scented air across his nose. "How did you end up like this, young master?"
Writing something bittersweet. No angst, just sourness. Girl pursues boy.
Theme: A bite of sour sugar
