No one loves me in the night fog

My parents always favored my sister, Vivian, ever since we were kids.

The most desperate time in my life was when Julian Thorne, my father's much younger acquaintance, appeared.

He was eight years my senior, a top-tier magnate in the city's elite circles, a ruthless devil feared by all, with a brutal, cold-blooded approach. Yet, he held me in the palm of his hand, doting on me beyond reason.

I said I liked ginkgo trees, so he bought an entire street and planted it full of them.