Seven years ago, watching her coy and charming in Pei Nianchen's arms, he was insanely jealous, asking himself over and over why such a beautifully delicate girl wasn't in his embrace.
Today, she is indeed in his arms.
No, she blooms like a flower for him, allowing him to pick her, her purest and most primitive beauty for him alone to appreciate and revel in.
Sheng Qianchi's heart was like a grassland caressed by the spring breeze, blooming in brilliant colors.
Touched, like spring tides surging, waves upon waves rushing to the shores of life.
He kissed the woman beneath him passionately, as if he had finally fulfilled a long-held desire, finally reaching the distant, brilliant star hanging on the horizon that he had long admired and dreamed of. He cherished her immensely, each kiss filled with a lifetime of tenderness.
Everyone has a darker nature; things that are too easily obtained may not be as treasured or cherished as those pursued through great hardship.
