Being proud and exceptional was etched into An Qingmeng’s bones from childhood. She never imagined she would fall in love with the man she had once despised so much, let alone willingly stay by his side in secret.
Until she discovered that she was nothing but a substitute. He wasn’t born cold and heartless; he had simply given all his tenderness to the woman he cherished most.
Despairing, she walked away. From then on, she would never shed another tear for anyone. She found her carefree, heartless self again.
Beneath the thick snowfall, the man knelt ramrod straight, blending into the dark night and the white snow.
The man who was always nonchalant, distant, and cold now had nothing but deep affection in his eyes.
When he saw her laughing and chatting in the living room with the famous director who had made her a star, celebrating the holiday together, his eyes reddened. He murmured, “Mengmeng, I regret it. Please... don’t treat me like this.”
