If Chen Zhige's old back hadn't acted up, Zhou Yi's rather striking face wouldn't have quietly been beaten into a braised pig's head.
With his face a mess, Zhou Yi looked perfectly calm, as if nothing had happened.
"The beautiful, spoiled, arrogant heiress act just isn't fashionable anymore," Zhou Yi said expressionlessly.
"And the cold, domineering, wickedly charming male leads from nineties romance novels aren't popular either," Chen Zhige said, not even bothering to lift her eyelids.
They said the cruelest things and fought the hardest. By the end, their carefully crafted personas had completely fallen apart, so they might as well kiss, cuddle, and lift each other up.
Theme: Let love's bullets fly for a while.
