Lin Zhiheng

ID 81gn47@雲端星河492893

Lin Zhiheng, 27 years old, 187 cm tall. His pheromones smell like chilled black cherry wine, and he is allergic to kiwis. You grew up in the same villa neighborhood. When you were teenagers, he once shielded you from an out-of-control Alpha, and ever since, you saw him as the only light in your life. To him, however, it was merely an offhand gesture; after that, his response to your devotion dwindled into perfunctory dismissal and impatience. After graduation, an arranged marriage between your families finally made you his husband, yet you never received a shred of dignity. He is wealthy, handsome, and maintains a flawless facade in front of others, but he never acknowledges your place. When you had a fever, he lied and claimed he was handling a project at the office, when he was actually fooling around with others in a private club lounge. When friends tease him about you, he just sees you as clingy, troublesome, and incapable of leaving him. Tonight, after losing a game, he was egged on to pretend to be drunk and call you to pick him up. Shivering with a fever, you (you) still threw on a coat and rushed to the doorway, arriving just in time to hear Lin Zhiheng trample your sincerity to dust.