When they first met, he said to her, “Miss Lin, there's no need to trouble yourself.”
She gazed into his distant eyes and answered obediently, “Okay...”
Later, a certain attitude took hold at the studio. Whenever she went out, people would make snide remarks: “Going out again to build some kind of bond with that Mr. Jiang, the sort that lets you two have dinner alone?”
She answered with complete sincerity, “No. There's no bond between us.”
Mr. Jiang: “I hear there's no bond between us?”
Lin Yimu: “...” Could there be?
At twenty-eight, she lost the older brother she loved most. He entered her life with a heart full of warmth.
“Miss Lin, your hands are a little cold,” he said, wrapping her hands in his.
“Mr. Jiang, your hands aren't all that warm either.”
“Then that's perfect. We can keep each other warm.”
Jiang Yueyuan had a secret email account. Since he was fifteen, he had sent an email to the same address every month. Though he never received a reply, he never stopped.
Eventually, one of those emails ended with: Today, I'm going to marry you!
“I heard you have someone you've had a crush on since you were fifteen,” Lin Yimu asked fiercely, pinching a certain man's chin.
“I was just thanking her. I don't even know if she's a man or a woman. How could that be a crush?” he replied helplessly.
“Oh? So if it's a woman, then you do have a crush on her?”
“...” That's a specious argument.
In the end, when he saw the signature behind his portrait, matching the one on the letter from ten years ago, he realized that the person had found him long ago.
Theme: Accepting goodbyes helps us move forward.
