That night, the rain was pouring, and he clutched the ring she returned, the light in his eyes completely extinguished.
"Su Wan, you are no different from them."
With this verdict and a sense of pride, he turned around and jumped into the torrent of Vanity Fair, becoming the ever-changing President Zhou.
Three years later, at a cocktail party in beautiful clothes, he saw her wearing a waiter's uniform, being pushed and humiliated, her fingertips covered with the roughness of life.
The truth of the so-called "clinging to wealth" back then turned out to be so unbearable and tragic.
What he thought was betrayal was the silent farewell that she had already foreseen.
He intervened forcefully and funded anonymously. He tried to use money to make up for all the debts, but he pushed her further and further away.
The "repayment" she drew a line between was like a slap in the face, slapping his pride.
Until that cold diagnosis certificate appeared - [acute lymphoblastic leukemia].
Patient's name: Zhou Nianxi.
His daughter.
Something he never knew existed.
Huge medical expenses, bone marrow matching, old grudges and misunderstandings are torn apart again...
He dragged her out of the black clinic with red eyes and shouted, "You hate me so much?!"
She collapsed in despair: "Zhou Ye, I don't hate you, I'm afraid of you... I'm afraid that there will be nothing left between us except debt."
When the countdown of life overcomes all pride and barriers,
He dropped all his stature and clumsily imitated being a father, tremblingly praying for a chance to make amends.
And, in a desperate situation, can she still muster the courage to take over the long-delayed and heavy burden?
