Lộ An Thuần dressed in a beautiful long dress, celebrating her eighteenth birthday under the sparkling lights of the flower garden at the villa. She smiled politely but her eyes were always looking towards the gate as if waiting for someone.

...

In a narrow and dark alley, Ngụy Phong fixed his overturned... motorcycle and wiped the blood off his mouth from being hit by the troublemaker who disappeared without a trace.

His phone buzzed, a message from a girl asking, "Are you coming?"

With blood on his hands, Ngụy Phong typed two words...

"Wait for me."

His eyes were like a desperate beast surrounded. He ignored his pain, holding tightly onto his motorcycle with one hand and protecting the broken cake box with the other, before courageously plunging into the endless night.

...

Ngụy Phong and Lộ An Thuần were like two opposing worlds - the excellent student and the average student, the wealthy upbringing of Lộ An Thuần and the struggles of Ngụy Phong in a society of mixed values. One was as pure as snow, and the other had wounds stacked upon old wounds.

No one expected these two to be together until on her birthday, Lộ An Thuần sneaked out of the party to meet Ngụy Phong.

Against the moss-covered wall, they kissed passionately and fiercely.

A stray dog and a princess.

In short, for love, one becomes courageous.