Long-Cherished Dream

Everyone in the compound knew that Fu Bei was always steady and mild-tempered, the complete opposite of Qiao Xi, who had been rebellious since childhood. Young and naive, Qiao Xi was never quite clear-headed when she first fell in love—lacking self-awareness, foolishly clinging to Fu Bei, unable to read the room. Unbeknownst to her, she had already been rejected countless times, to the point where even those around couldn’t bear it, whispering plenty of harsh words behind her back. Back then, she was drunk on love, irritating, annoying everywhere, yet completely unaware. Later, she finally understood. She took it rather lightly, staying true to her rebellious nature—stirring up trouble with those she shouldn’t have, then cleanly walking away. Much later, the refined and upright Fu Bei lost control, holding her tightly with restrained desperation, his possessiveness overwhelming—as if he had become a completely different person. She smirked nonchalantly and asked, “What’s wrong? Can’t bear to let go?”