Beneath the crystal chandelier, Xu Jinhuan's gaze suddenly froze. Qin Ze was standing right there.
This was the man she'd hated for eight years, yet thought of night after night. He had once been the boy everyone in the neighborhood said she was destined to end up with. On the day they graduated from high school, he clasped her hand and said, “Xiao Huan, I like you.” Blushing, she nodded, believing she'd found the answer to her future.
But the next day, he disappeared.
His parents refused to say a word, and her search came to nothing. Eventually, she gave up her plans to become a teacher and plunged into the field of game design, which he had been obsessed with. She became the youngest founder of a game company in Qing City. Though she had countless admirers, nobody knew that every game she designed held the vague silhouette of a boy.
When they met again, she turned to leave, but a familiar warmth closed around her wrist. “Huan'er, I'm back,” he said, his voice hoarse.
Xu Jinhuan lowered her head, digging her nails into her palm. “Sir, do we know each other?”
“You're the one I love, carved into my bones.”
Qin Ze began pursuing her with a fervor. When someone asked whether he wasn't afraid she already loved someone else, he smiled as he looked at the lights in her office. “If she falls in love with someone else, I'll accept it. But if she's still waiting, then she'll be mine for the rest of her life.”
When she was alone, Xu Jinhuan sighed at the screen. “How can you just forget the person you held closest to your heart when you were young?”
And in Qin Ze's diary, it said: “I crossed mountains and rivers to come back. All I want is for the rest of her life to be filled with joy and for her to be safe and well, year after year.”
What secret lies behind the eight years of silence? How will he break through the wall she built with her stubbornness?
