Pearl Throat

A research genius, indifferent mad dog gong and a highly influential and stunning beauty shou At his older brother’s funeral, Xie Hou encountered the male “widow.” On a silent, rainy night, Shen Cizhu was surrounded by a group of dignitaries and led into the cemetery. He stopped in front of Xie Hou, lifting his umbrella, revealing the green eyes deeply etched in Xie Hou’s memory. It seemed like he had been crying, and his striking beauty had become fragile as a result. “Condolences,” Xie Hou said in a soft voice. “Thank you,” Shen Cizhu replied hoarsely. At the funeral, they pretended not to know each other, as if the night of their reckless passion had never happened. After the crowd...