There are two extremes in the top affluent circles of the capital. Xie Yan, a cold and abstinent business "Buddha boy" who wears prayer beads and is indifferent to women. And me, a pampered and willful villainous daughter, deeply in love with Crown Prince Qin Yu. Because I publicly made things difficult for Qin Yu's commoner girlfriend, Lin Wei, Xie Yan once reprimanded me sternly: "An impure heart will eventually face retribution." His words came true. A month later, Qin Yu, using evidence of my "bullying" Lin Wei, joined forces with rivals to attack my family. My father was furious, annulled the engagement, and exiled me to the border city. On the day of my departure from the capital, amidst a downpour, I drove onto the highway, only to be blocked by a black Bentley. The car door opened, and it was Xie Yan, soaked through. His usually neat white shirt clung to his body, rain dripping down his face. "Get out." He grabbed my wrist through the car window, the prayer beads cold and sharp against my skin. His eyes, usually calm, were filled with madness: "I lied to everyone, including you." "That video was given to Qin Yu by me. Lin Wei was my arrangement," he said hoarsely, "If not like this, how could you give up on him? How could your family let go?" He leaned close to my ear, his breath scorching hot: "Seeing you obsessed with him, falling for him, I'm going crazy." His fingertip produced a lipstick of mine that I had dropped, and placed it back into my palm: "Your things can only be with me from now on." "From today onwards," his eyes showed undisguised possessiveness, "I will accompany you in your fall." In the pouring rain, I watched the "Buddha boy" completely shed his disguise, my heart pounding. It turned out that the most saintly of them all had only wanted to save me from the very beginning, but his method was to descend into ruin together.