"Where does it hurt?"
"I... bumped into something."
He gestured casually toward the inner room. "Go lie down."
She took a deep breath, mentally reassuring herself—This is just an exam, a perfectly normal exam!
To the world, he was a renowned neurosurgeon—but behind closed doors, he was the unruly heir to a corporate empire.
To the world, she was an amnesiac young woman—but in secret, she was the protégée of a legendary fashion designer.
She had assumed he was just another cold, unapproachable CEO—until one day...
Glancing down at the red mark near her collar, she asked, "What is this?"
He answered, voice low, "That's you..."
