Named Zhuo

On graduation day, he gave her a despairing kiss, then vanished without a trace.

All he left behind was the cold words “Let's take a break for now,” and a farewell she waited for alone until the end of time.

In the airport's heavy snowfall, Jiang Zhuo waited for him to leave without saying goodbye, and for their child to quietly slip away.

Overnight, the radiant Jiang Zhuo died. She cut off her long hair, burned her diaries, and rose from the ruins of her relationship to become a hard-edged, iron-willed lawyer. But no one knew that in the dead of night, she needed medication to fight the crushing depression and heartbreak.

Five years later, he returned with immense wealth and power, becoming her most important client.

Lu Yanzhou looked at the woman before him: composed, sharp, and treating him like a stranger. For the first time, he tasted the agony of regret.

He humbled himself and tried every means he could think of to win her back, but all he got was her cold, strictly professional response:

“Mr. Lu, please behave yourself.”

He didn't know that the protection he had arrogantly decided she needed had become five years of torture she could never recover from.

He knew even less that he had abandoned not one person, but two.

When the long-buried miscarriage report suddenly came to light, and her depression diagnosis was placed before him...

Lu Yanzhou's world crumbled completely.

He knelt in the snow, eyes red, and begged, “Zhuozhuo, I'll give you my life in return. Please, just look at me one more time.”

Jiang Zhuo only brushed a finger over the cold mark left by a ring on her ring finger and smiled with distant, desolate sadness:

“Lu Yanzhou, my heart died with you in that snowstorm five years ago.”