Falling Deeper and Deeper

Before I turned twenty-six, I was a top-tier “con artist.” I had played countless men and always walked away unscathed, without a backward glance. I fancied myself the craftiest hunter: I never fell for my prey, and I never compromised my principles for money. After I turned twenty-six, a man named Feng Siqian calmly overturned every one of my victories. He was the most unexpected and thrilling prey of my life, yet no matter what I tried, I couldn't win his heart. He wasn't a Buddha without desires; he was a demon drowning in a sea of desire. It wasn't until the moment I walked away that he showed his true colors.