Ming Qianyi looked at Han Jing, who was gazing at the starry sky, his eyes filled with fascination, reluctance, and a touch of struggle and helplessness.
Indeed, in his entire life, he had never encountered a woman who stirred his heart as she did. From the very first meeting, their chemistry seemed almost innate, beyond what words like "a hard-to-find encounter" could describe. He wasn't a true gentleman; he wasn't without desire to forcibly seize affection.
Yet he understood her too well; knew too clearly that if he crossed that line and did anything against the rules, she would leave without mercy, decisively. Then, their relationship would no longer be naturally harmonious but become one of complete estrangement until death.
She was truly a woman who invoked both love and hatred.
Love her intelligence and wisdom; hate her clear distinctions.
