Everyone said that Jiang Xiubai was Bai Yueguang who had fallen into the dust, and was abandoned by the illegitimate son of the Huo family who got tired of playing with her.
Only Fu Yanci knew that it was the light he had been looking for for ten years.
When he was fifteen years old, Fu Yanci, who escaped from his grandfather's funeral, met a boy in a doll costume on a park bench. That smile was like sunshine piercing the gloom, and became his only obsession in his ten years of gloomy life.
Ten years later, he finally found his light in a broken jewelry store - but was so heartbroken by the scumbag that he would never laugh again.
"Mr. Fu, Mr. Jiang's psychological evaluation shows that he may never be able to love again."
"It doesn't matter," Fu Yanci looked at the young man huddled in the corner on the surveillance camera, "It's enough that I love him."
He weaved a gentle web with his own hands:
Build the strongest fortress for Jiang Xiubai to block out all wind and rain;
Then he opened his own scar: "Look, I am more broken than you, so let me love you."
When everyone thought Mr. Fu was raising canaries,
Jiang Xiubai's design brand has won international awards. At the award ceremony, he kissed Fu Yanci:
"Ten years ago you picked up the sunflowers I threw away. Ten years later I will give you back the entire starry sky."
Huo Yanchuan, who had broken him with his own hands, was watching the live broadcast through the prison bars with tears streaming down his face.
