Li Fengjue spent seven years searching the entire city just to find a woman named Ruan Shuwei.
Everyone said that Mr. Li was as affectionate as the sea. Only he knew that it was guilt - he had not protected her during that hasty parting in childhood.
When he finally intercepted her at the interview venue and the faded red string on her wrist became ironclad evidence of recognition, he thought the story would be about compensation and pampering.
But he was wrong.
Ruan Shuwei did not cry or rely on her. She calmly evaluated his "repair plan" and then chose a special assistant job where she could be exposed to public interest cases. "Mr. Li," she said with clear eyes, "my past is not a bargaining chip for favor."
He watched with his own eyes how she worked: sorting out evidence for migrant workers who couldn't get paid, and finding shelter for women who had been victims of domestic violence. Those "weak people" who he once thought needed to be saved by gold coins got something more precious from her - dignity and method.
She seems to have a talent: she can temper the cold despair she has experienced personally into a glimmer of empathy to warm the same dust.
Li Fengjue gradually realized that what he had found during his long search was not the princess who needed his protection.
But a guide.
When he was used to using the power of capital to sweep everything, she taught him that "real strength is to let the weak grow their own strength."
When his business empire collided with her public welfare ideals, he made a choice that shocked everyone - to dismantle the high wall with his own hands to make way for the "dust" she wanted to protect.
He and she are each other's guides