Xu Jiayan hates Chi Fei.
He hates her so much, he wishes she'd die to atone for her sins.
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The heroine's version:
I don't like June.
Bad things always happen around me in June.
Then, one day in June this year, I met Xu Jiayan, an exceptionally handsome man, if you overlook his dangerously high threat level.
Because every day, he wants me dead.
So one day, I really did die. It was the best revenge I could give him.
That day, as I fell into the sea and was about to disappear beneath the waves, I saw him standing in the bitter wind, his eyes bloodshot. Water trickled from his temples, sliding past the sharp corners of his eyes and the alluring blue mole beneath them. It fell with a soft plop into my sinking palm, cold as ice.
I smiled and mouthed to him: Xu Jiayan, you've had your revenge.
And at last, I was free.
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The hero's version:
I don't like June.
Bad things always happen around me in June.
Then, one day in June this year, I met Chi Fei, a strikingly beautiful woman, if you overlook her crimes.
That day, as she fell into the freezing river and was about to disappear beneath the water,
I stood high on the embankment. The wind tousled the hair at my temples. My face was cold as frost as I watched her thrash and struggle in the water, panic filling her mesmerizing phoenix eyes, her white skirt spread across the surface.
Without mercy, I unleashed countless blades of light.
"If you die, maybe I can forgive you."
"Let you taste what it's like to be close to death."
"This is only the beginning."
I drove the world's sharpest blade straight into her heart, then watched with a smile as she fell into the mud.
Yet time and again, I was bewitched by her beautiful face and lost myself.
I warned myself never to stop punishing her.
Until one day, she really did die.
I knew it was the best revenge she could give me.
She had won.
One fatal blow.
*The clouds are gray/They will never be clean again/We open our umbrellas/And might as well paint the sky black/In the slowly drifting night/There are two pairs of stars/They seem to have no fixed orbits/Only sometimes far, sometimes near..., Gu Cheng, "Walking in the Rain"
*Cool, stunning cellist VS cold, obsessive media mogul
Content warnings:
1. Both leads have had only each other. Neither is weak. There will be a groveling arc, but not the traditional kind.
2. Sugar wrapped in sand. Don't be scared off.
2. This story draws on information from the internet, books, and other sources.
Theme: The more I know you, the more I love you
