Xiang Xiaoyuan started tutoring the top student Fang Weiye, never realizing he had been plotting to win her back all along.
“Fang Weiye, let’s break up.”
“Yuanyuan, can you please not fall for someone else?”
In the end, Fang Weiye never said the words, “I gave you one year. I gave myself three.”
Five years later, when Xiang Xiaoyuan thought she had moved on and saw Fang Weiye again, she fell apart.
“I’ve fallen for someone else.”
“Who?”
Fang Weiye covered his eyes, unwilling to let Xiang Xiaoyuan see the obsession and madness in them.
