On their wedding night, Wen Wan received an agreement to sleep in separate rooms. She accepted calmly, seeing the arranged marriage as a way to escape her family of origin, and didn't dare entertain the slightest fantasy about her cold, distinguished husband, Fu Chengyu. But little by little, she realized there was something strange about this marriage:
He remembered every single thing she liked and created the art studio of her dreams for her.
He always appeared when she was at her most miserable, and made every person who bullied her pay.
When drunk, he held her and refused to let go. His burning tears scalded the side of her neck, and his voice broke as he choked out,
"Wanwan... I've waited seven years... It's been so hard..."
When her mercenary ex returned, mocking her as "the second-best choice";
When her biased parents tried the same old tricks, hoping to drain her of everything she was worth again;
That man, who had always remained composed, finally stopped hiding his feelings. Fu Chengyu shielded her, his gaze sharp as a blade, and declared with unwavering conviction: "I'm sorry, but there has never been a 'second-best' choice in my life. Not for me, Fu Chengyu. There has only ever been the one person I've known was my only choice since seven years ago."
