Pearl Mist

"Sir——" Atzen read an article from the newspaper in his hand titled "A Love Letter to Sartre". "This century is crazy, inhumane, and corrupt." "But you have always been sober, gentle and spotless." Pei Zhenshan leaned on the Louis XIV-style armchair and rubbed her black hair. He chuckled: "You told me?" Acen pursed his lips and said nothing. The man's palm pressed her head, tender and caring, and soon left again. Pei Zhenshan lowered his eyes, took out the golden pocket watch from the pocket of his suit vest, and rubbed the blood on the dial with his fingertips. His voice was clear and low: "I'm not as gentle as you think." Azen stared at him. This Asian man was born among white people. His face was handsome and cold, as if he had an unbreakable pride and was calm and unhurried. Everyone is afraid of him and hates him. And she just wants to respect him. Until one violent night, Pei Zhenshan forced her to call his name over and over again. Their appearance was reflected in the gilt wall mirror. Their respect was gone, their respect was gone... *Innocent, wild and natural little maid x gentle and sinister manor owner *Nurture system *French background in the 1960s and 1970s Concept: They are each other's only hope in the darkness.