Hong Kong Is Foggy Today

[7-Year age difference + the one in power bows his head for love + double C] Everyone said that the Hong Kong prince Liang Jincong was cold, ascetic and unattainable. Only Meng Ying knew how crazy this man was at night. Meng Ying and Liang Jincong were originally from two different worlds. She struggled in embarrassment, and he noblely stretched out his hand to pull her out of the quagmire. "Meng Ying, except for Mrs. Liang's identity, I can give you everything else." Later. He clasped her wrist tightly, his eyes struggling with a hint of pleading, "Meng Ying, don't leave me, never." He could give up his noble background, lower his proud head, brush away the cold white snow on her shoulders, bend down to tie her shoelaces, and kiss her hair devoutly. - Seven years ago, when he held her thin white ankle and tattooed the butterfly tattoo, they were strangers to each other. When they met again seven years later, he saw his work blossoming on her skin at the first sight. It was the most satisfying masterpiece of his life.