At twenty-eight, Cheng Yu was young, handsome, and wealthy. He returned to his home country for one person alone.
When a reporter asked him about it, he said, "I only love her. I did then, I do now, and I always will."
Jiang Shiluo had just attended an event. Wearing a red strappy dress, she looked radiant and elegant. Her manager handed her an interview and asked, "Shiluo, how does your first love compare to President Cheng?"
Jiang Shiluo glanced at her phone, and a faint mist instantly clouded her eyes. "I've forgotten!"
At thirty-two, Jiang Shiluo stood before Cheng Yu's gravestone. "Cheng Yu, I won't fall for anyone else. I only love you. In our next lives, may we both be well."
