Stealing the Emperor's Favor 30
In the bustling streets illuminated by vibrant neon lights of Hong Kong, He Junting concealed his identity as the privileged heir to a powerful family dynasty, choosing instead to remain by Yu Feiwan's side as nothing more than a "regular friend." What others perceived as mere coincidences were, in fact, deliberate steps he had meticulously planned to draw closer to her. He had pulled her out of her darkest moments with a love he kept hidden from the world—a silent protection rooted in a rainy afternoon that marked a turning point in their lives.
On that day, she had shielded him from the rain with a worn and leaky blue umbrella, offering him a sense of safety and care. She had provided solace to a boy wounded by rejection and cast aside by his own family. Her gentle words, "Don't worry, I've got you," became the moment that sparked his quiet and carefully guarded love—an unspoken affection that had been brewing for years.
In the bustling streets illuminated by vibrant neon lights of Hong Kong, He Junting concealed his identity as the privileged heir to a powerful family dynasty, choosing instead to remain by Yu Feiwan's side as nothing more than a "regular friend." What others perceived as mere coincidences were, in fact, deliberate steps he had meticulously planned to draw closer to her. He had pulled her out of her darkest moments with a love he kept hidden from the world—a silent protection rooted in a rainy afternoon that marked a turning point in their lives.
On that day, she had shielded him from the rain with a worn and leaky blue umbrella, offering him a sense of safety and care. She had provided solace to a boy wounded by rejection and cast aside by his own family. Her gentle words, "Don't worry, I've got you," became the moment that sparked his quiet and carefully guarded love—an unspoken affection that had been brewing for years.
