In her final year studying in the United States, Yan Fu thought an unexpected tsunami in California would finally let her leave this world as she wished. But a hand suddenly dragged her out.
The boy's hair was soaked through, and his eyes were unruly. His tone, however, was fierce: "Is your life really worth so little to you?"
Yan Fu showed no gratitude in her eyes. "What do you want?"
She hated owing people favors.
The boy gave a scornful laugh, making no attempt to hide his contempt. "You really think you're some kind of charitable saint?"
Then she suddenly remembered that her roommate, who had shared a house with her for a year without ever meeting her, was Nan Bei, the school's most talked-about young heir. He was never short of girlfriends, so why would he need money?
Without thinking, she rose on tiptoe and grabbed the drawstring of his hoodie. Their breathing tangled against his burning lips.
"From now on, I'm your girlfriend. If you don't want me anymore, just say so. I won't get in your way."
On the night before she returned home, his drunken friends rambled and teased Nan Bei, saying that even he, so carefree as ever, had finally settled down.
In the neon lights, the shot glasses gleamed. His dark pupils were fixed on the two plane tickets at his fingertips. He brushed off their teasing: "Settle down? Why would I need to?"
Nan Bei never imagined he'd run into Yan Fu, the coward who'd left without a word, at a horse race.
Bright eyes, red hair. She was still the most eye-catching person there.
In the penthouse suite, he was desperate not to let her go.
Yan Fu didn't care. With both hands in her pockets, she didn't even look up. "Young master, is this all you can do? Keep playing these childish games?"
"If you want to play, make it something ruthless."
"Dump me. Wipe me from your life for good."
- A plane flying above California, passing through the Venus Belt. Just like me, on the brink of death, meeting you, blazing and unrestrained.
- No matter how much I regret it, no matter how much I wish it weren't so, I long for you, yet I can't run to you.
- A gloomy girl x a fake playboy who's actually a sweetheart
Theme: Not believing in love, but respecting it one hundred percent
