Zhang Wei had once lent a hand to Mo Ru and Qi Chao during their most difficult times.
His reason for helping was shallow and superficial—Mo Ru was stunningly beautiful.
In the cramped and shadowy alleyways, she seemed like an ethereal being from another realm.
She was the radiant white moonlight suspended in the pitch-black night sky.
Only Zhang Wei saw her this way; others regarded her as dirty and unworthy.
As for the gossip, Zhang Wei never gave it a second thought.
To him, Mo Ru's beauty was enough to eclipse everything else; nothing else mattered.
Yet, Mo Ru was solely fixated on marrying a wealthy man and completely dismissed Zhang Wei, the poor chef who spent his days stirring pots.
When Zhang Wei realized her intentions, he buried his feelings deep within and never confessed a word.
Mo Ru, on the other hand, had hinted many times that he should abandon any illusions about her.
