The memory of that day was seared into Xia Ling’s mind. Jiang Ciyou pulling her through a labyrinth of alleys, her hand held tight in hers. A fragrance clung to Jiang Ciyou, crisp and rich like gardenias. Xia Ling couldn't stop staring at her profile, bathed in the golden sunlight. She looked like an angel, descended from the heavens. She clutched that hand as if its grip alone could pull her from