In order to cope with the family's forced marriage, Gu Qihan needs a nominal "Mrs. Gu". He selected a poem with a clean background and handed over a contract: "You and I each take what we need and don't interfere with each other."
Eager to escape from his oppressive family of origin, Lu Shi signed the contract calmly and has since become the quietest and most sensible shadow around him. For five years, she played "Mrs. Gu" transparently and perfectly, and Gu Qihan always thought that this marriage was just a cold deal.
Until his personal psychologist told him: "Mr. Gu, your long-term anxiety index has dropped significantly recently. This is usually due to having a deep sense of security."
Gu Qihan frowned, but his eyes fell involuntarily towards the living room. Lu Shi was sitting by the window, lowering his eyes and drawing something. His silhouette was as quiet as a painting.
Before he could sort out the turmoil in his heart, a carefully designed misunderstanding suddenly occurred. Lu Shi took the breakup fee he gave and disappeared without a trace.
Two years later, at an international art auction, Gu Qihan came as the chief buyer, but under the spotlight, he saw Lu Shi, who had been missing for many years.
Wearing a black dress, as a high-profile emerging painter, she stood in front of her paintings and introduced them calmly. In those works, there is always a touch of familiar blue that belongs to their memories.
Gu Qihan's world collapsed silently at that moment.
He threw away all his pride and stopped her car on a rainy night. His eyes were scarlet and his voice was hoarse:
"Lu Shi, if you sell the painting to me, the person... Will come back."
Lu Shi raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes as quiet as a deep lake:
"Mr. Gu, I don't sell my paintings to old friends."
She paused slightly and spoke softly but firmly:
"As for people... Your world is too cold. I'm afraid of frostbite again."
