When Wen Ruan was pressured to marry and heartbroken in love, with nowhere else to turn, she married Lu Zhiyan, a man she’d met only once.
She thought it would be a respectable marriage of convenience: each would get what they wanted, and they wouldn’t interfere in each other’s lives.
But after they married, he remembered all the foods she couldn’t eat, understood every mood she was in, and even knew by heart the little things she’d casually mentioned from her childhood.
Wen Ruan panicked. “It’s almost as if… you’ve known me for a long time.”
Lu Zhiyan lowered his eyes, his voice soft and hoarse.
“More than known you. I’ve had a crush on you for ten whole years.”
What she settled for was the pursuit he’d devoted his whole life to.
What she didn’t know was the love he’d kept hidden for ten years.
The most moving words of love in this world aren’t “I love you,”
but: “Zhiyan knows my heart, and the rest of my life is yours.”
