At seventeen, Lin Jianwei receives a silent confession sealed with a kiss from Cheng Huaiyan in the stairwell at her cousin’s wedding. Ten years older than her, the gentle and refined heir to the Cheng family presses all his restrained love and desperate anguish into a kiss that is both forceful and tender, beneath the shadow of a family-arranged marriage.
For the next ten years, she carries the secret north with her to study, repeatedly painting that gleam of green on canvas. He maneuvers carefully through the business world, while the scar on his inner wrist remains as silent as the sapphire at his cuff.
Only when she paints her 327th “Stairwell,” and he signs her surgical consent form, do the two souls trapped by duty realize that some love is not about possession. It is about letting each other become the wind that carries them to freedom.
