Seven-year-old Jiang Yu was hastily exiled overseas by her father and Xin Huan, like an old thing that needs to be disposed of urgently.
Ten years later, she returned with a body full of thorns tempered by time. Her former gentleness had long been burned to ashes, and her brows and eyes were full of sober anger.
At the Vanity Fair banquet, she tore apart the dignity of the "lovely couple" in public. She used the most arrogant arrogance to build the tallest wall, as if she lived to be the enemy of the world.
No one dared to approach this minefield until Shen Muyan appeared.
He saw through her trembling under every bravado and understood the silent cry behind every barbed word. When she stood up sharply again, he just walked calmly through the crowd and walked towards her.
He raised his arms and hugged her - embracing those snarling thorns and her trembling and fragile hands.
"Stop pretending, Jiang Yu." His voice fell on her ears, very softly, but it directly opened the rusty door in her heart, "I'm here."
No one knew that this reunion was his ten-year silent watch.
As early as the distant summer when Jiang Yu's mother was still alive, the six-year-old little girl crashed into Shen Muyan's world like a dazzling light. From then on, it became a dream deep in his heart that could not be disturbed. From then on, his world revolved around just one name.
From beginning to end, there was only Jiang Yu in his world.
