When Feng Wenshuo saw Su Yu for the first time, she was huddled among the rose bushes in the Feng family garden, her snow-white skirt stained with mud, holding a faded stuffed whale doll tightly in her arms. The fifteen-year-old boy lowered his eyes and looked at the "adopted daughter" his father had brought back. His voice was as cold as ice: "The Feng family does not raise waste."
But when a heavy rain suddenly hit in the middle of the night, the whole mansion could hear——
The young master, who never allowed anyone to get close to him, was carrying a little girl who was crying until she was convulsing through the corridor. Her wet face was buried in the crook of his neck, and her fingertips pricked by roses scratched a few bloody traces on his collarbone.
Ten years later, during Paris Fashion Week, Su Yu's jewelry design stunned everyone. When the reporter asked her about the origin of the blue diamond bracelet on her wrist, she subconsciously touched the whale pendant and said, "It's..."
Before he finished speaking, all the show lights suddenly turned to the VIP seats.
Feng Wenshuo stood up in front of everyone, and touched the second button of his suit with his fingertips - there was a faded rose specimen pinned there.
"Do you need me to remind you?" He unbuttoned his cufflinks in public to reveal bite marks on his wrists, "The night you cried and said you would never run away..."
Intention: fire
