A Snowy Mountain’s Endless Love for You

[A domineering Uyghur CEO falls hard | 1v1, both leads are devoted only to each other]

“Yi Mianmian, from this moment on, you and your hair are free!”

When Rehemu held Yi Mianmian tenderly in his arms, her thick, beautiful hair streaming like a flag in the wind, she finally understood: true love can lift you to the heights of success and let you fly free as the wind.

Yi Mianmian, a small-town girl from southern China who excelled at exams, had been denied even the right to decide what to do with her hair since childhood. She fought with all her might to cross the single-plank bridge to success, desperate to escape the suffocating mire that had nearly driven her mad.

For four years, she worked to get closer to the “light” in her heart, planning to confess her feelings to her secret crush after her internship ended.

Then, the night she accidentally saved a mysterious man, everything collapsed like a mountainside of snow.

Five years later, she had given birth to a daughter on her own, silently tending to her wounds and surviving the darkest days of her life.

But fate had another cruel joke in store.

“Miss Yi, have we met before?”

When they reunited, the cup in her hand tipped over onto him, yet he remained so calm it was as if they were meeting for the first time.

She refused to work with him, but somehow she could never escape his clutches.

“Yi Mianmian, I want you to be my lover for one day.”

From then on, A’budu Rehemu, heir to the largest jade-mining conglomerate in southern Xinjiang, was as cool and restrained as a Puritan in public, yet doted on her to an extraordinary degree in private.

Two months later, she dazzled at the Kashgar Trade Fair. He took off his sunglasses and walked toward her through the crowd, running a finger over the ring mark on her left ring finger. “Designer Yi, you’re especially radiant today.”

She suddenly understood. The man who had once forced his way into her life and pushed her to the depths of despair was now weaving wings for her with his own hands, so she could ride the wind to new heights.