She clearly remembered the feeling of fear and despair that filled her heart when those malicious thugs blocked her way and brandished that gleaming dagger.

Ye Sheng, whom she considered a "scoundrel," was like a hero who fell from the sky and saved her.

Especially in the instant that gleaming knife was thrust towards her, he instinctively stepped aside to shield her without hesitation...

When the blood splattered, Shen Shuling felt as if her world had turned red.

She couldn't believe that Ye Sheng, who was always cynical, teasing, and bickering with her, would risk his life for her.

From that moment on, Shen Shuling realized that she didn't hate this man at all.

All her "nitpicking" and "provocative" behavior towards him was nothing more than a clumsy pretense to attract his attention.

If you really hate someone, why would you feel so panicked and hurt after they got hurt?

If you really dislike him, why would you keep wanting to know about him after he was discharged from the hospital?

Otherwise, given Shen Shuling's fearless and proud nature, how could she have taken the initiative to go looking for him and create so-called "chance encounters" time and time again?

It turns out that the seed of liking had been quietly planted long ago without her even realizing it.

But it wasn't until tonight, until this man awkwardly handed her the roasted sweet potato he had been holding in his arms, still warm from his body, that this seed finally bloomed quietly in the moonlight.

Thinking of this, Shen Shuling's smile deepened.