He is the cleanest man Jian Xiao has ever seen, with meticulous black hair, a navy blue handmade suit with a white shirt and black tie, a standard Wall Street banker look. His voice was also very nice, like the breeze blowing in autumn, leaving a tingle in Jian Xiao's heart.
However, Jian Xiao hopes even more that he will never be able to speak!
But when he fell in a pool of blood, why did her heart hurt more than his wound that was gushing with blood?
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This is a story about love, revenge, waiting, forgiveness, poisonous tongue, and urban fashion.
I just hope that while spewing blood, I can leave something in your hearts.
I call it - touching!