The Nightingale Escapes

Song Wanci moved into Wen Garden when she was nineteen.

She was quiet and docile, and had never once set foot outside Wen Garden.

Whenever the housekeeper mentioned her, he shook his head with a look of regret.

"Her?"

"Just a sickly beauty. If Mr. Bo hadn't taken an interest in her and cared for her so attentively, her frail body wouldn't have lasted this long."

After hearing this, Song Wanci lowered her eyes and calmly drank her medicine.

-

On a stormy night, Song Wanci woke with a start at the sound of thunder.

Inside the bedroom, a man in an immaculate suit sat on the sofa, refined and distinguished. His gaze stayed coldly fixed on her, unmoved.

He was truly the very picture of cold indifference and desirelessness.

Song Wanci got up and walked over to him.

She tugged at his expensive tie, her red-rimmed eyes lifting at the corners. Lowering her lashes, she let her breath fall against his lips and murmured, "I think I've caught a cold, Mr. Bo..."

Bo Jingnian's breath caught.

His well-defined fingers closed around her slender wrist.

-

Everyone in Ancheng's upper circles knew that a sickly beauty lived in Wen Garden on the mountainside.

She was so docile that she rarely appeared in public.

What no one knew was that inside Wen Garden,

Bo Jingnian, usually so cool and self-possessed, stood silently in the sunlight, holding an umbrella over that sickly beauty.

Song Wanci stood quietly without a word.

At last, Bo Jingnian raised his hand and carefully, with restrained tenderness, smoothed the hair beside her ear.

When he looked at her, all the coldness had vanished from his gaze. Hidden in his eyes was a darkness he kept concealed.

Cool, sickly beauty x gloomy, obsessive man

Theme: Freedom