The mistress of the Pei family patriarch died unexpectedly, to the delight of high society.
After all, everyone coveted the title of Mrs. Pei.
But six-year-old Ruan Qingjiu had no home anymore.
That night, she curled up alone on the bed, arms wrapped around her knees, her tiny body utterly alone. Her bright, tearful eyes were full of fear.
Before she knew it, she had fallen asleep. A strange presence roused her, and she woke, instantly on guard.
The moment she opened her eyes, Ruan Qingjiu saw a cold, impatient teenage boy. The disdain in his gaze made her feel like an unwanted burden.
Sensing his feelings, Ruan Qingjiu shrank back timidly.
A moment later, the boy pinched the bridge of his nose, resigned himself to his fate, and bent down to pick her up. He wrapped his smoke-gray trench coat around her.
The midnight wind was bone-chilling, but all Ruan Qingjiu could smell was the coat's rich, sweet fragrance, like oleander.
That scent would cling to her for the rest of her life.
The Pei family's heir personally brought her home to the Pei family.
Later, Ruan Qingjiu thought: So this is what it means to have an older brother.
[World One: My Childhood Sweetheart and I Rekindled Our Love]
