When 42-year-old Zhu Wanting walked out of the menopause clinic, the medical certificate in her hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. The autumn wind rolled up the sycamore leaves all over the ground, making a rustling sound, as if it was playing mournful music for the hasty ending of a certain stage in her life.
This sudden first encounter was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating waves of waves in a world where Gu Yanchen had long been accustomed to controlling everything. He was used to seeing the snobbish and pretentious people around him, but he had never met a woman like Zhu Wanting. There were already fine lines in the corners of her eyes, which were traces left by the years, but when she concentrated on repairing the ancient paintings, her whole person exuded an indescribable light; she scorned all his material gifts, but she would do it to save a life. The ancient books that were soaked in the heavy rain stayed in the studio all night long; when he ordered her to stay in his usual domineering tone, she just packed her toolbox calmly and said lightly: "Mr. Gu, my time is precious, and I won't excuse you from accompanying him."
