"What I fear most is my sister's mercy."
Duan Yun was born with a love for gold and jade, and she accumulated a lot of luxury. But she didn't. When she was eighteen, she was a cherry hanging dangling on a tree, neither falling nor red. She was as green as if she had just emerged from the flower bones. She lowered her eyes and bit her lip in front of the camera, but there was an ignorant beauty in those greenness. Her aura, which she learned in class, became an instant hit.
In the beginning, she was never arrogant. She held on to her bones and committed herself to her position. She was like the lowest wind in the world, carrying a dusty wind, walking forward in a low voice, not daring to complain.
She waited patiently for the cherry to turn red, brewing old wine in painstaking efforts. As time went by, the cherry turned red, and she piled up praises and fame one by one.
Lu Fengqing and Duan Yun accidentally had a brief conversation in the corridor during a spring rain that caught them off guard.
"Lu Fengqing, that sounds great. I like you very much."
He listened to her pronounce his name, lingering on the tip of her tongue, and his heart palpitated for no reason. She smiled faintly and vaguely in the rain and fog. In this spring rain, they rolled into bed and lingered in the softness.
From the first-person perspective, the emotional line will be pushed slowly. In the early stage, it is just a nurturing relationship. The career line will be long and detailed. This is my first time writing a novel, so please forgive me for the writing and plot.
Intention: Mercy is also redemptive love