"A pure, alluring beauty who doesn't realize she's a tease" x "A haughty, scheming, affected beauty on a pedestal"
The sound of a whale's call is ethereal and elusive. It's hard to describe, as if it came from beyond the world.
Shen Wanyi thinks Zhu Yan is just like a whale, powerful yet gentle.
One day, Zhu Yan tells his assistant to order a bouquet of lisianthus.
"Leave one for me." He keeps it on his CEO's desk.
Shen Wanyi arranges the lisianthus and carefully tends it on the balcony.
Sadly, it still withers after half a month.
Zhu Yan gazes at the wilted flower on his desk, lost in thought.
"I really should order a bouquet of lisianthus for the missus."
"Certainly, Mr. Zhu."
Shen Wanyi feels like she can't stick with anything for more than three minutes.
Until, at last, someone appears.
He says, "I understand every one of your three-minute passions."
