She entered high school as usual, always top of her class, receiving countless love letters that nearly overwhelmed her desk.
Yet despite her sweet appearance, this young girl had never had feelings for anyone. Her bloom had started early, but before she could realize it, the rainy season had begun, and she had her heart deeply wounded by someone.
She forgot how to like someone.
A month before Lily Smith's eighteenth birthday, she went to the United States to attend a meeting at a five-star hotel, where she finally met the man she had hated for eight years.
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Night hung heavily.
The night in San Francisco was still as bustling as the daytime.
The handsome man leaned back in the leather chair, slightly tilting his head as if dosing, the dim, hazy light of the room casting layers of shadows on his beautiful face.
This man's handsomeness carried a chill; looking at him made one feel a cool breeze.
"Click."
