A Qing-dynasty painting of a horse and rider displayed at an auction brought Qiao Hui and You Moqian together.
Love was like the wind: it came quietly, just like that.
Qiao Hui laughed. “Before I met you, my world was black and white. After I met you, it turned completely black. And somehow, that's exactly my type!”
You Moqian only smiled, then pulled her into his arms.
Who could have guessed that after just one month, their happiness would vanish as quickly as it had arrived?
She watched the man she loved walk into a church with another woman, and was bullied until she could only keep silent.
Amid the schemes and deceit, she couldn't outmatch her beautiful, wealthy rival or fend off one malicious plot after another. She was utterly crushed, left with nothing.
Only after she was covered in wounds did he turn back to her with tenderness and say in a husky voice, “You're only allowed to be with me.”
[But by then, neither of us was the person the other remembered.]
