"He would always remember the first time he saw her,
wearing a school uniform washed pale with age, yet with sparks in her eyes.
Later, that spark burned every proof of his financial support to ashes
and scorched the hand that reached out with a ring.
"Has President He become too stingy even to spare me a little pity?"
She smooths the rain-night creases from his suit:
"Ren Qingmo, I want someone to stand beside me and gaze at the stars,
not a benefactor who plucks them down for me."
And at last, he understands:
Some lights are meant to shine on each other
only from the right distance."
[Modern romance | Sweetness and heartbreak intertwined | The male lead's long road to winning her back | Two strong leads growing together | Healing | Business warfare | Rekindled love]
