When he was eight years old, his stepmother's fingertips slid across his trembling back for the first time. From then on, there were only two colors left in his world - the gray of debt and the dark red of his skin.
After twelve years of secret humiliation, he built a fortress with scholarships and indifference, until Shang Yuning burst into his rain screen holding an umbrella, with a bright smile: "Wen Qingxu, I will buy you a month for 20,000 yuan, do you want to do it?"
He sneered and refused, but read her transfer records seventeen times late at night.
Five years later, a car accident took away her memory and their children, leaving only her slightly lame right leg.
Everyone said that Wen Qingxu was so powerful now, why bother clinging to a disabled woman.
Only he knew - the rain never stopped, and she was the only light he dared to get close to.
"This time I will chase you, whether it is five years or fifty years."
