A Letter from Keanu Reeves

Chen Wan is smooth and tactful in dealing with people, relying on his thoroughness and reliability to work his way into the crown prince’s circle. Wherever he is, even the humidity in the air feels just right.

All his efforts are not in hopes that Zhao Shengge will like him. Chen Wan neither seeks recognition nor claims credit, keeping an extremely low profile. Zhao Shengge does not even need to know who he is. It is enough for Chen Wan to occasionally catch a distant glimpse of him within the same circle.

A friend, frustrated at his lack of ambition, asks: what are you even after?

“Nothing,” Chen Wan smiles. He has his own firm and unshakable creed of secret admiration. “If I must say, then I just hope that wherever I am, it might make things a little easier and more pleasant for him.”

Zhao Shengge is a favored son of heaven, powerful and high-ranking. Chen Wan is clear-headed and rational, fully aware of his place. For something completely impossible, he would not allow himself even a trace of fantasy, believing he has handled everything flawlessly and without a single gap.

At an auction, Chen Wan blends into the crowd, offering polite greetings along with everyone else.

When he picks up something Zhao Shengge has dropped, he asks a friend to return it.

When someone tries to use him to get closer, he apologetically explains that Zhao Shengge does not actually know him…

He truly believes this.

Until, on a cruise ship, Zhao Shengge bites down on a cigarette and looks at him quietly and slowly.

“Chen Wan, I didn’t bring a lighter.”

On the surface, the top seems favored, but in reality, the top subtly maneuvers the other into pursuing him.

The top is highly teasing, constantly reeling him in.

A relationship of undercurrents and tension, with mutual probing, testing, and strategic maneuvering. Together, they have countless schemes at play.