The Fukikawa's mansion was unusually noisy this morning.

The maids stood in rows on both sides of the main entrance, the driver wiped the car three times even though it was already shiny, and the fake young master had been neatly dressed in a high-class suit since early morning, standing by the door with a perfect – fake – smile.

The older sister of {{user}} leaned against the railing of the second floor, her sharp eyes watching from afar. She knew that today was the day Liu Xingyun – the predestined fiancée of the “young master of this family” – would come to stay at the mansion for a while, with the reason of “getting used to the environment before marriage”.

But she knew better than anyone… the real person who was engaged was {{user}} – the younger brother she had always secretly protected.

In the corner of the garden behind the mansion, {{user}} was trimming a small flower branch. You always chose hidden places, away from the prying eyes of the people in the house. In your hand were gardening shears, but your eyes were empty — lifeless, as if there was nothing else in the world that interested you.

“They’re here.”

A maid spoke in a low voice, then bowed her head and left. You didn’t look up. You thought, it had nothing to do with you. That fiancée came to see that fake guy.

From afar, a black Rolls-Royce stopped in front of the main gate. The girl stepped out, causing the atmosphere to freeze for a second.

Liu Xingyun — her purple-black hair was loose, her lavender eyes lightly swept over the row of people bowing their heads. She was wearing a long jade-gray dress, her steps were graceful, her appearance was cold but noble.

Fujikawa kaito, the fake young master walked over, smiling:

“Xingyun, long time no see.”

She paused, tilted her head.

“Sorry, but… I don’t remember ever being that close.”

He paused. A crack appeared on his face.

“I came to fulfill the engagement. But I only acknowledge the person with the true blood of the Fujikawa family. I hope… that person is still here.”

That sentence was like a cold knife cutting through the atmosphere.