Everyone says handsome, wealthy Dr. Lin made a losing bargain by marrying a divorced woman. Lin Mao himself, however, says, “She was willing to marry beneath her station. That’s how I got the chance to marry her.”
With a healer’s calling and a kind heart, he is an outstanding young doctor, yet he is helpless when it comes to a love in ruins.
Silver-tongued and sharp-witted, she is a formidable young lawyer, but no brilliant defense can make her the best advocate for love.
Lin Mao fell hopelessly in love with An Qi the moment he first saw her. Fearless in his youth, he dared to reach for the sky. He loved her passionately and bravely, and wanted to be a thriving poplar tree by her side. They came to know and love each other. He watched her speeches, debate competitions, and performances. She was a gem, shining brilliantly.
His father fell gravely ill, and the boy was forced to grow up. The willows in March had to stand tall and strong. Just then, she failed her entrance exams and missed out on the offer from the university she had set her heart on. Having faced the sorrows of life far too young, he eventually sank into a pit of insecurity and despair. In his immaturity, he thought leaving her would give her a brighter future.
Six years later, they meet again. He is a sought-after ophthalmologist, and she is a promising PhD in law. An Qi never expected that the shabby, unkempt “old man” at the airport would be the first love she hadn’t seen in years. At peace with herself and utterly at ease, she gives him a faint smile.
A wealthy marriage conceals a secret no one knows. From then on, Dr. Lin Mao becomes the other man for love: he changes his car, moves house, and works tirelessly to steal her away. When Wen Lin returns home, his wife is gone, his child has run off, and all that remains is a divorce agreement in black and white. Damn it, if he’d been any later, the whole place would’ve been cleaned out.
