The Night Wind Crashed into His Arms

The childhood relationship between the Jiang family in Beijing and the Shen family in Hong Kong is a tacit understanding known to everyone in the circle. Jiang Shiyan, the young master of the Jiang family, has been told by his family for as long as he can remember: "The Shen family has a little princess named Shen Yantang. She will be yours from now on, so you must protect her." At that time, Shen Yantang was still a little girl who always wore a cashmere shawl and coughed until the seasons changed. The first time Jiang Shiyan met her was in the garden of the Shen family in Hong Kong City. She was sitting on a wicker chair basking in the sun, holding half of an uneaten loquat in her hand. She shrank her neck when the wind blew, like a fragile porcelain doll. From then on, Jiang Shiyan's life had an additional "task". When she suffered from asthma, he always had a nebulizer in his pocket; when she was afraid of the cold, his coat was always draped over her shoulders first; when she was hospitalized, he put aside all social activities and stayed by the bedside, reading financial newspapers to relieve her boredom. In the end, she laughed and teased her, "Master Jiang's time is more valuable than gold." Outsiders say that Jiang Shiyan is responsible for Shen Yantang and is the order of the elders. Only he knew that when he saw the thin blush on her pale cheeks and heard her insisting on saying "I'm fine" even though she was so angry, his heart, which was as cold as iron in the shopping mall, had long since softened into pieces. In the eyes he looked at her, in addition to years of love, there was also a clear passion - he had protected her for more than ten years. It turned out that it was never a one-sided protection, but two souls who had quietly completed an evenly matched journey in time.