Under cover of night and drunk on alcohol, he climbed into Ling Shuyuan’s bed. Leaning over him, he breathed into his ear in a hoarse voice and said, “I like you. What about you?”
A gentle, scheming movie star × an insecure, sensitive musician on the fringes of the industry
Both are each other’s first and only love. A happy ending, with both pursuing each other wholeheartedly. Equal parts sweet and angsty.
Nothing is more flustering than running into your first love when you’re at your most pathetic. Unless it happens all over again.
In a cramped storeroom, Liang Yiheng grabbed his wrist and interrogated him like a wronged lover confronting a heartless playboy, asking if he was planning to disappear without a word again.
In a luxurious apartment spanning hundreds of square meters, Liang Yiheng loosened his tie and trapped Ling Shuyuan on the sofa, telling him they had to finish what they started years ago.
One has long since risen to the top and made a name for himself; the other is still struggling at the bottom, unsure where his next meal will come from. Two parallel lines suddenly intersect, and from then on, there is no turning back.
