Xu Zhao's name doesn't quite suit her.
Zhao means bright light, but she is not.
She is a tangled mess that no one cares about, disheveled and lifeless, pale and painfully easy to read.
No one would get close to someone like that.
But in the summer of her eighteenth year, a brilliant shaft of golden sunlight fell through the endless rain and shone in her eyes.
The person said, “I want to be friends with you.”
Xu Zhao: “I used to think that if the world ended, I’d be happy. But then you came along, and I stopped wanting that.”
“Chu Ye, if the world really is ending, I want to run with you to the edge of the world.”
Sharp-tongued little princess vs. free-spirited young master
Theme: Be a free wind
