When I was sixteen, my mother held my hand and said, "Dewdrops will not live long on roses."
Only when Qin Yuancheng pinched my chin and sneered did he understand the true meaning of his words: "Are you worthy of being a dewdrop? It's just the mud on the soles of my shoes."
By the fountain of Qingfu College, Wang Ximing poured ice water mixed with paint into my collar: "Scream! I'll stop if you scream!"
Only Lin Baiyu took off his cashmere scarf and wrapped it around my shaking shoulders: "Does it hurt? I'll take you out of here."
On the night of my twenty-third birthday, I discovered an entire wall of secretly filmed images in Lin Baiyu's study.
The earliest one was actually a silhouette of me squatting in the hospital corridor when I was sixteen.
His fingertips touched me who was being restrained by Qin Yuancheng on the monitor screen, and chuckled: "From the moment you step into the Qin family, you are my prey."
Concept: Dewdrops do not live long on roses.