Quite some time ago, about two or three years.
Back then, Yanshen was not quite the pinnacle of Yaocheng's elite, but he was close enough.
Tang Yi met him at a dinner banquet.
She was proud then, and her pride made it impossible for her to love someone else. She had prepared herself to remain single until she saw him.
"Love at first sight" is probably what it meant; from that moment, she knew she had to have him.
Amidst the filth of hell, yet somehow remaining purely aloof, watching everything from a distance—this was her first impression of him.
She never thought about giving up. Whatever she wanted, she could always easily have.
And what she could not obtain became the persistent cinnabar mole in her heart or a stubborn white rice grain on the wall: inescapable and unforgettable.
She believed Yanshen was only cold-hearted, but that he was different towards her. Clinging to such an illusion, she persisted for a long time.
