Su Jingyan was once the campus belle, adored by everyone, but she fell for the brash Jiang Xiyan. After an unexpected pregnancy, Jiang Xiyan's impatience washed over her like a tide. “I can't afford to support you.” She never looked back, carrying her baby bump as she gave up her place in the graduate recommendation program. Jiang Xiyan abandoned mother and child, so she turned the balcony into a practice room, dancing freestyle with her sleeping little boy in her arms. There were always diapers hanging in the background of her livestreams. Her followers grew from a few dozen to a million. The resilience of a mother shone through her dancing, and she became a moderately famous dance blogger. The day her little boy came down with a fever, she met Lin Yu. Wearing a white coat, he crouched down to take the child's temperature, moving so gently, as if afraid he might shatter glass. After that, he often appeared in the corner of her livestream, bringing warm water or quietly soothing her crying boy back to sleep. Gradually, she grew used to the strawberries he brought during his rounds, and to the gentleness in his voice when he said, “Don't push yourself so hard.” Jiang Xiyan suddenly appeared, his eyes full of venomous fury. “You think you can get away?” He dragged her into an abandoned warehouse, cold chains coiling around her wrists. Lin Yu crashed through the iron door like a madman. Even after Jiang Xiyan struck him with a stick, he still rushed forward, blood dripping from his forehead onto her face. As police sirens wailed, Lin Yu gripped her hand. “Don't be afraid.” Looking at the blood seeping from his wound, she suddenly understood that true salvation was never about grand gestures. It was the cup of warm water he had brought her, and the figure standing in front of her now. In the moonlight at the hospital, she gently squeezed his hand in return. “Lin Yu, thank you.”
