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. He didn’t know if he had such a darker nature, because the woman in his arms wasn’t easy to come by; he couldn’t repeat the past to verify it, he only knew to cherish her, to hold her tightly, never giving her the chance to leave. A relationship, through seven years of twists and turns, finally bore its fruit at this moment. Heaven knows how ecstatic he was when she nodded and agreed to be his woman. He loved her so much, so content with this moment of indulgence and intimacy, that he had not even truly possessed her, just kissing her , holding her, was an unparalleled supreme spiritual enjoyment. Kissing her, looking at her slightly intoxicated, rosy and charming face, "Jiayin," he called her name close to her ear, "I love you." Never in his life had he felt so satisfied as he did at this moment. Once, that boy who always enjoyed solitude yet yearned to end his loneliness, today, gained a woman who matched his wishes. Gu Jiayin did not respond, soft as a piece of gauze. In seven years, never before at this moment had she relaxed her mind and body so defenselessly, completely surrendering herself to a man. She was like a piece of waterweed, letting the current wash her into any posture. The lingering kiss warmed the entire room. Red candles flickered, and the fragrance of wine filled the air. Looking at the man kissing her passionately, she softly pleaded, "Turn off the light." Because of her emotion, her voice was soaked in alcohol, so dreamy and hoarse it was almost unrecognizable. Sheng Qianchi didn’t know the reason, and comforted her, "Be good, let’s keep the light on, I want to look at you." Yes, they had a night of affair, but he truly hadn’t had a good look at her enchanting appearance in bed, he really wanted to remember every one of her expressions. But Gu Jiayin insisted on her opinion, "No, I’m not used to it, turn off the light, not a single one left." Sheng Qianchi restrained his bodily desires and impatience to the extreme, ultimately unwilling to make her unhappy, so he got up from the bed, blew out all the red candles, and turned off the room’s main light with a remote control. The room plunged into darkness, with only the occasional flickering of lightning shadows. The man’s figure, laden with intense masculine scent, descended, Gu Jiayin gently closed her eyes, her slender arms embracing him back. The night opened the prelude to romance. Wind and rain wantonly swept over the mountains. The dark green off-road vehicle quietly parked on the mountain road, as if it had accepted the arrangement of fate, allowing the baptism of thunder, lightning, wind, and rain. Pei Nianchen sat quietly in the driver’s seat, looking at the window on the second floor of Shuiyunjian, a pair of sharp eyes like a hawk, so blood-red as if they were about to drip blood. When the light of all the red candles in the room went out completely, he lifted a hand in despair to cover his eyes, cold tears falling through his fingers. For more chapters visit novel•fire.net "Jiayin, Jiayin, Jiayin..." He called her name over and over again, each word drowned in the wind and rain. No one heard, a man’s weeping, nor could anyone understand how desperate this man was at this moment. Only the bandage on his left shoulder, oozing with red blood, accompanied him. In his mind, the scene played on repeat, she in a beautifully crafted red cheongsam, like an early-blooming red plum, standing gracefully by the window, exuding the shyness and vexation of a young girl. She was waiting for the man who would lead her into becoming a mature woman to arrive. But that man was not him. His Gu Jiayin, the woman he once thought would accompany him through a lifetime, ultimately belonged to someone else. He couldn’t forget that moment when another man embraced her delicate body, holding her unrestrainedly in his arms, kissing her wantonly, then carrying her away to the bedroom with flickering red candles. That bedroom must now be indulged in passionate romance. Yet, the man possessing her was not him. The wind and rain grew more rampant, the tears flowed more wantonly. On this rainy night, this man who was as firm as steel wept for a lifetime.