All it took was a plane crash, and Kise Ryota was no more.
Strangely enough, he didn't feel sadness, only regret. Regret for not checking his engine beforehand. Regret for missing out on his friends with his job as a pilot. Regret for not spending t...
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Liu Chen turned Liu Zhihao upon his coming of age ceremony, was a cunning man. A beautiful vase, a valuable piece. Someone whose worth easily surpassed other flowers.
As the son of one of the most influential Triads in China, the Yíwàng Triad, he lived his life with a silver spoon. Everything he ever desired, they served it to him on a silver plate. He only needed to open his mouth, and everything would fall into his hands.
Everything, oh everything— except what he desired most.
So perhaps, it was fate, destiny.
When his status went from young master to gift, a chess piece for his father to use, he truly felt as if heaven had forsaken him. His life crumbled, and his goal became even more of a dream than before.
Zhihao, from young, had his mother's temperament. Kind and composed, a mysterious yet welcoming smile always etched on his face, complimenting his lightly curved crystal blue eyes."A perfect doll" was his sister's words. "A pebble on the road," was closer to his brothers' perception of himself.
Anyway, it was understandable, with his somewhat weak body— well bone structure, and his lack of backing after his mother's passing, Zhihao didn't have much to survive.
Triads weren't beautiful places where the brave and kindhearted prevailed, only the sly and powerful survived. And the cowards too sometimes.
Zhihao knew, he was relegated to the last category after all.
Anyway, he was aware of his lack of power but hadn't expected to be sold out to another organization for the sake of an alliance. The other party must have been imposing if his father went to such length. He was a premium quality vase.
Blue met gold and an inexplicable current coursed through the youngest's body. He was so majestic, imposing. His hair, his eyes, though one was a lighter shade, most probably from an eye wound, he deducted from the scar, all of them formed a perfect picture.
It resonated with his being. That was Zhihao's reaction upon laying his eyes on Aleksey Levin for the first time. If it was that person, it was alright to surrender. To call him by his Ming instead of his Courtesy Name, he wondered how the name would roll off his tongue: Chen.
