Jiang Yan, one of the hottest young heirs in Beijing’s elite circles, never imagined a woman would bring him to his knees, much less that he would spend the rest of his life there.
Lu Qing never imagined she would meet the right person at the most beautiful time of her life. But it was only the most beautiful time, not the right time.
Years later, the man took her slender hand and said, over and over, “I’m sorry, Qingqing. I still love you…”
It turns out some people appear in your life only to accompany you through a brief, beautiful stretch of time. Then you spend a long, long time missing them. How fortunate we were to meet; how tragic that our story ended with meeting…
