Ten Years of Secret Love: The CEO and His Doctor, His White Moonlight

She had once been the woman he loved most.

On her eighteenth birthday, he gave her a bouquet of hyacinths.

The day before the college entrance exams, he promised he would confess his feelings on graduation day.

She waited at the school gate until nightfall.

Until the gatekeeper locked up.

Until she finally convinced herself that he probably wasn't coming.

Eight years later, they meet again. He is a ruthless tycoon.

As darkness falls and the funeral bells toll three times, Fu Yanchen kneels behind him.

Looking at her with reddened eyes, he says:

“I lost the person I loved most for eight years, three months, and five days.”

She thinks he is only feeling guilty.

Until she finds the photo on his phone, with her best friend edited out so only she remains;

until she sees the high school uniform, washed until its color has faded;

until she learns that the man who didn't even dare roll down his car window outside a Boston hospital waited for her for 3,013 days.

It turns out the date he missed all those years ago was because of a car accident that nearly killed him.

It turns out he secretly flew to see her once every year for eight years.

It turns out the crystal necklace he bought four years ago has been waiting for her to return.

She pulls him up from the ground, her eyes red with emotion:

“Lu Xingchen, I like you.”

“From when I was seventeen until now, for 3,017 days, my feelings haven't changed for a single day.”

She is the woman he loved most.

He is the one she has never been able to forget.

This time, neither of them will let the other slip away.