He was born with a teardrop mole beneath his left eye. A fortune-teller once said, “Those born with a teardrop mole are destined to shed many tears and have no ties to family. But once they meet the person fated for them, they’ll never be apart for the rest of their lives, until both body and soul pass away.”
Liang Xin was born to be alone. He disliked crowds and bustling places and had no knack for social graces. His father abused and abandoned him, but he lived on with quiet dignity. At nineteen, he met Situ Dao, the second-generation rich kid of Qingcheng, and got stuck with an idiot who could make him so angry he might explode and die at any moment. Even after Situ Dao had been beaten black and blue, he still kept coming back for more. Liang Xin stayed by his side on New Year’s Eve. “You’re the only person I trust.” From then on, Liang Xin became Situ’s bodyguard, his housekeeper, and even his best man. He gave him a wedding outfit he had made by hand, then smiled as he said goodbye. He had devoted ten years to standing by Situ’s side, only for it all to end in empty hopes.
A kidnapping brought everything to an abrupt end, and the boy with the teardrop mole never appeared again. Sitting in the highest seat of the Situ family, Situ suddenly felt unbearably cold. Snow fell thickly outside the window. He remembered a snowy night many years ago, when a boy with red-rimmed eyes had whispered, “Even if I’m the only person left in the whole world, you still wouldn’t like me, would you?” He opened the window and caught a snowflake, then murmured, “If you were the only person left in the world, of course I wouldn’t just like you. I love you, you fool!”
