From the moment they met, he never stopped his madness over her.
Huo Shaojun hated Jian Liangtong, but within that hatred was a consuming love that burned everything, leaving him with no choice but to go mad.
When love turns to estrangement, is it a fresh start or ruin beyond redemption…
"Mr. Wu?" Jian Liangtong entered the café in ten-centimeter high heels, walked straight to the man in a formal black suit holding a rose in the corner of the café, lifted her wavy hair, and curled her lips into a smile.
The man, upon seeing Jian Liangtong, stood up nervously from his seat, "Yes, I am. You must be Miss Jian?"
"Mr. Wu, let's keep this short." Jian Liangtong nodded, sat down with a gentle, casual demeanor opposite the man, her delicate, bright face adorned with a poised, yet somewhat aloof and indifferent smile.
The man got even more nervous as he sat down, "Miss Jian, would you like something to drink?"
"No, I'm in a hurry." Jian Liangtong said, looking at his uneasy expression.
