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In the melodramatic Danmei novel The Peak Cultivation of a White Moonlight, Shi Song was a villain who made countless readers’ hearts ache for him.
In the book, he was the protagonist gong’s boyfriend. After blackening, he used his identity as the fake young master of a great wealthy family to attack the protagonist shou the protagonist gong’s weak, pitiful, and oblivious arranged-marriage partner which ultimately led to his own miserable demise.
One day, he awakened.
The awakened Shi Song locked away his heart and renounced love. In order to save his own life, he tightly clung to the thigh of the ultimate mastermind behind the scenes: the true young master.
He gifted his most beautiful artwork to Wei Huaichen, saved the second cup half price milk tea for Wei Huaichen, and upon learning that the man possessed a paranoid personality and struggled with self-control, he even silently forwarded every chicken-soup-for-the-soul article about cultivating one’s moral character and calming the mind directly to Wei Huaichen.
When his once-beloved scumbag ex-boyfriend slandered Wei Huaichen, Shi Song stepped forward without a moment’s hesitation to shield him.
“How dare you treat him like that?”
The gorgeously beautiful little hidden gem tilted his chin up slightly. His shimmering, water-bright eyes looked coldly at the man who was now filled with late regrets and begging for forgiveness, his tone utterly merciless.
“We have already broken up. To me, he is naturally far more important.”
However, he failed to notice that the way Wei Huaichen looked at him was gradually becoming abnormal. A fierce, paranoid possessiveness was festering and mutating under the guise of being an elder brother.
After the breakup, suffering from the relentless harassment of his ex-boyfriend, Shi Song sneakily fled to another city, deciding to lay low and avoid the storm for a while.
He never expected that this would accidentally step right on the landmine of the greatest, hidden predator watching him.
Shi Song’s wrists were pinned as he was pushed into a dim, shadowed room. Wei Huaichen’s eyes were dark and deep, his voice incredibly soft.
“If you wanted to leave, I wouldn’t stop you. But your insistence on hiding away… that is your mistake.”
His thumb rubbed the corner of the trembling beauty’s eye until it flushed a faint red.
“From now on, these eyes can only look at me, alright?”
In the eyes of the public, Wei Huaichen was a noble, virtuous gentleman, as pure as the bright moon and a gentle breeze.
But no one knew that locked inside his heart was a sparrow with a broken leg.
The sparrow loved to run away and was a habitual liar.
In his imagination, the little beauty’s lips, shaped like a rosebud, repeatedly murmured his name as if begging for mercy. Even his pitiful pleading was breathed out with a soft and moving tenderness.
That was his cat-like, soft, and delicate lover.
