Mu Yeming had lived a life of quiet suffocation.
Born into a family of wealth and status, his path had been carved out before he could even speak. Every moment of his childhood was dictated by duty—what to wear, what to say, who to befriend, who to marry. The Mu family controlled everything, and Mu Yeming was their perfect heir. He obeyed without protest, excelled in every subject, and carried the weight of their name without complaint.
But then he met her.
Feng Xue was nothing like the world he knew.
She had no wealth, no prestige. She came from the kind of place his family would never glance at, a neighborhood where the roads cracked and the streetlights flickered. Yet she walked with a lightness he had never known, as if the burdens of the world could never reach her.
The first time they met, it was raining.
