When she was seven years old, Xu Rusheng stood beside a remote road washed away by heavy rain. She obeyed her mother's instructions and stayed where she was. When they met again, she was no longer a child who could be coaxed by a piece of candy.
She arrived at her new home on September 6th of that year and met Chen Yan.
After she was seven years old, there was always someone behind her or in front of her not far away. He understood everything about her tenderly, but he hugged her arrogantly and blended her thorns into his own flesh and blood. From then on, they were each other in hell on earth.
"The kings of the ancient Roman Empire wrote down their thoughts throughout their lives in compilations, but in my own world, you are the only thing I think about."
Intention: In the turbulent tide of the world, I only look at you