On her birthday, Su Wan, a designer who had endured three years of emotional abuse, caught her boyfriend betraying her with her best friend. Even the design proposal she had poured her heart and soul into was stolen. She thought all that remained of her life was a pitch-black rainy night. Then a hand reached out with a tissue at the bar, like a blazing sun bursting without warning into her huddled world. The man named Lu Chenyuan remembered the umbrella she had casually offered him five years earlier, and quietly cleared the clouds from her path.
She tore off the label of “easy prey” and opened the Wan Design Studio in a little flower shop in the old district. Armed with nothing but a pen and a drawing board, she fought back against her ex-boyfriend's deliberate sabotage and her industry rivals' slander. Lu Chenyuan was always there behind her: the “mysterious investor” who gave her professional drawing equipment, the “silent backer” who resolved a plagiarism scandal. He never interfered or said too much. He simply waited until she made her mark in the design world, then softly said, “I've waited five years for this day.”
From a low-level designer whose proposal was stolen to an industry leader who won an international award; from a girl who cried alone in her rented room to a clear-eyed entrepreneur who could laugh off her former mother-in-law's attempts to curry favor. Su Wan's drawings captured the traces of heartbreak, but they were filled with the light of her comeback, too. When the evening breeze finally found its way into the arms of the blazing sun, she understood: the best love was never about depending on someone. It was you holding an umbrella for me, and me blooming for you, as we stood side by side at the summit and watched starlight spill into our palms.
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