She is an unknown high school student who has lost her parents. She used to be confident, conceited, even arrogant. Now, all she has is an inferiority complex.
He is a renowned designer, and secretly the heir to a restaurant business. Humble and uninterested in accolades, he is the quintessential wealthy bachelor.
When they first meet that year, she is seventeen, in the bloom of youth. He is twenty-four, in the prime of his life.
He hands her a contract and says unhurriedly, "I'm your guardian! You're my fiancée."
She smiles bitterly, thinking the man must be insane, a handsome and brilliant lunatic.
They say that the person you fall in love with at twenty is the one who leaves the deepest mark on your heart.
That year, she is twenty. She chooses the university she likes, regains her confidence, and falls in love with him, loving him in silence. He is twenty-eight, long past believing in love. He doesn't believe in it, and he doesn't need it.
At the airport, he sees her off.
She walks through security and sends him a text: "Do you think we'll ever see each other again?" It feels a little silly, and a little helpless.
He reads the message but doesn't reply. She smiles bitterly. He can't give her what she wants. The only thing he can give her is her freedom. It's not that he doesn't love her. He's just afraid to love again.
Three years later, she returns to the country.
She is twenty-three, back after completing her studies. He is thirty-one, one of the city's most prominent business magnates.
In the drizzle, they pass each other. She asks softly, "Long time no see. How have you been?"
A good youth secret love story