Su Mufeng looked at Xia Yimo with deep eyes and bows rubbing against violin strings. The sound of sunshine and breeze was like sitting on a bench in the summer shade and listening to cicadas.

When he first met her, he played the piano to the ants in the underground passage. Everybody thought of him as a neuropathy, only she... Su Mufeng's glare is unavoidable. He stares at Xia Yimo with a burning eye, as if he and her are the only ones left in the dining room. The waiter, even Longyaochen, no longer exists.

He took her whom he didn't know to avoid George's pursuit and hid in the...