Song Wanyi has two things she has never told anyone:
First, she hates rainy days.
Second, she carries a secret.
The first time they met, he sat in the backseat of a low-key Bentley, his handsome face half-hidden in the shadows.
“The rain is heavy. Get in.”
The second time they met, his dark, piercing eyes locked onto hers.
“Miss Song, have you forgotten something of mine?”
The third time, he stepped closer, lifting her lowered chin, his gaze intense and unwavering.
“I can give you everything you want.”
Song Wanyi said nothing.
She wanted it.
But could she really have it?
Whether it was a gift in her hands…
or the man standing before her.
