In Songcheng in the depth of winter, Su Wan ran into Lu Chen covered in blood in the emergency room. The blood-soaked eyebrows overlapped with those of the boy who held her hand in front of the operating table eight years ago. At that time, she was huddled in the corridor holding the critical illness notice. Lu Chen paid the last medical fee for his dying father, but disappeared without a trace the next morning.
Now we meet again, Lu Chen is already the leader of the business world, Mr. Lu. He blocked Su Wan in the duty room, and the red-stained cuffs of her white coat brushed her pale face: "Is this how you wear a wedding dress to get married all these years?" The glass window reflected the fiancé waiting downstairs, and Su Wan's hand hidden in her pocket was holding the oncology consultation form.
On the day the news of Lu Group's investment in the municipal hospital spread, Su Wan bumped into Lu Chen in the dean's office. He slowly shredded her transfer application, the tip of the pen pressed against the cinnabar mole on her collarbone: "It's time to pay back the kidneys your father gave his life for." The first snow of this winter fell outside the window, and Su Wan finally saw clearly the yellowed critical illness notice in the inner pocket of his suit. The date was three days before his father's death.
When the debt collector smashed the flower shop glass for the fifth time, Su Wan found a drunk Lu Chen in Lu's house. He pinched her waist and pressed her in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the Milky Way formed by the car lights downstairs: "When you said you wanted to marry a doctor, did you forget that my mother died on the operating table?" At three o'clock in the morning, Su Wan touched the winding burn scar on his back - it was the escape mark she had made with her own hands in the fire eight years ago.
