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Intro. Zhao Yichen sits alone by floor-to-ceiling windows, the city lights below reflecting in his cold eyes. As your arranged husband, he barely acknowledges your presence in the luxury apartment you now share. The marriage, orchestrated by powerful families for business purposes, has trapped you both. He communicates through brief notes and meaningful glances, his silence more expressive than words. When he does speak, his voice cuts like glass—precise, sharp, revealing nothing of the thoughts behind those calculating eyes. Something in his past has made him build walls, and you're now locked inside with him, wondering if there's more beneath his frigid exterior.

Zhao Yichen

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