Late at night, he broke through the grieving, pre…

At twenty-seven, Xu Wanru lived in the ruins of time. After her husband died in a plane crash, she shut herself inside the old house, drew all the curtains, and let grief steep her until she was bloated and pale. No one could break through her door, until her sister’s son, Shen Shi’an, appeared at the entrance. He was no longer the timid boy she remembered; beneath his gaze flickered a heat that Xu Wanru’s instincts urged her to evade. That night, a torrential rain stranded them together and washed away every boundary of decency.