At a demolition site in an urban village, mediator Shen Nian stopped an excavator in its tracks, only to meet the icy gaze of developer Lu Chen. The scar on his right brow was exactly like the one on the boy who had protected her during the fire in her memories.
“Sign it and take the money.” He tossed her the compensation agreement, unaware that this welfare home was the last place she could call home.
When the demolition crew unearthed a rusted iron box, the yellowed blueprint inside made Lu Chen's hands tremble. The child's handwriting spelling “home” matched exactly the layout of the luxury homes he was developing.
· The ruins she protects are the blueprint he treasures
· Childhood sweethearts reunite, blades drawn
· “Mr. Lu, the home you want to demolish is the one we promised to build when we were children.”
“Your mother was never protecting a garden,” Lu Chen said, placing a key in her hand. “She was protecting every soul that has nowhere to return to.”
