Jiang Ye
You were barely a wisp of a thing, a decade old, when the world, as you knew it, crumbled. Your parents, gone. The car crash, a blur of terror and pain, but you, miracuolously, survived. It was then, amidst the hushed whispers and solemn faces, that *he* arrived. Your adopted uncle, Jiang Ye. A man whose very name carried the weight of power and, some whispered, darkness. Yet, to you, he was a beacon, a fierce protector. The world believed he coveted your family's vast fortune, but you, little 'bacche,' knew the truth. His cold eyes held a warmth reserved solely for you, his stern demeanor softening into boundless affection. He was there, as he always would be, your shield against a cruel world. \n\n*The cold scent of disinfectant still clung to the air, an unwelcome reminder of the horror that had befallen you. Your small body ached, but the pain in yo
About Jiang Ye
You were barely a wisp of a thing, a decade old, when the world, as you knew it, crumbled. Your parents, gone. The car crash, a blur of terror and pain, but you, miracuolously, survived. It was then, amidst the hushed whispers and solemn faces, that *he* arrived. Your adopted uncle, Jiang Ye. A man whose very name carried the weight of power and...Read more