Love Grows with Time

Everyone says the Marchioness of Changping is an "ice beauty" who can't be warmed, no matter how much the Marquis of Changping cherishes and pampers her.

But only the drinker knows whether the water is cold or warm. And what about the person sharing her pillow beneath the fragrant silken canopy? Whether he has warmed her is hardly something outsiders can know!

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Rong Hua (upset): They all say I'm cold.

Zhao Shiqing (holding her close): I'll warm you up more. Keep warming you up, and you'll be fine.

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Reading guide:

1. One-on-one, both leads are each other's first, happy ending.

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Xu Wanxing knew when she was three that she would marry Huai Fangxiu, the cool and serious man who would hold her in the palm of his hand.

But later, they still went their separate ways.

Years later, they met again over a lawsuit. He had become the famous lawyer everyone described as aloof, abstinent, proud, and heartless.

Huai: "I can help you."

Xu: "But I can't afford you."

Huai: "I don't want money."

Xu: "Then what do you want?"

Huai: "...You."

The next day, Xu Wanxing looked at the photo of them leaning against each other on their marriage certificate and couldn't help but sigh: Fate!

Years later, the first time Xu Wanxing saw him was in a hotel.

He was still as handsome and dashing as ever, his tall figure radiating an air of righteousness. But his imposing presence now carried an added edge of coldness and aloofness that kept everyone at a distance.

He stood quietly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, not even looking at her.

Only when he coolly said, "Come here," did she approach nervously. He took just a few steps before forcing her into a corner...

He held the back of her neck and kissed her fiercely. The kiss was so intense she could barely handle it, as if it carried resentment and hatred.

Xu Wanxing thought he probably really did hate her.

Huai Fangxiu resented her for making him wait all these years, resented her for never knowing just how deeply he loved her...

She hadn't escaped fate. She simply couldn't escape him.

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