Seductive touch a madman’s doting embrace

The day Li Qiqi met Qi Xiaoye, Kenachin welcomed the first snow of early winter. She witnessed the scene of a murder, with Qi Xiaoye’s gun pointed at her. That year, she was eighteen, and Qi Xiaoye was twenty-three. She was in hell, on the verge of death. He was powerful, arrogant, and unruly, standing at the top of the pyramid. She was terrified, scared, and wanted to escape… This escape fell into Qi Xiaoye’s eyes and inexplicably entered his heart. Thus, all of Li Qiqi’s deception and betrayal became, in Qi Xiaoye’s eyes, nothing more than a painless love drama. He pulled her into his arms, his voice seductive, “Qiqi, you dare to betray me so brazenly, only because you have my love and pampering. If I were cruel, disregarding your feelings, keeping you by my side, spending every day and night with you, would you let me into your heart? But I can’t bear to. As long as my fingertips can still touch the warmth of your body, I will inevitably be the one to… give in first.” Fate is an invisible shackle. Only later did Li Qiqi suddenly realize that on the day they met, she and Qi Xiaoye had already grown old together under the first snow. The man appeared domineeringly, forcefully invading her life. When she needed love the most, he pierced her heart deeply, engraving it as the only epitaph within.