Lin Qingxue had one simple wish in life: to stay in the little courtyard on the outskirts of town and help Grandma grow the row of sunflowers.
Then Zhao Tianhao came along. To force her to do his bidding, he framed her entire family. Overnight, her parents and grandmother were all thrown in jail.
Lin Qingxue didn’t cry. She worked during the day and researched the case at night, like an ant that refused to bow its head, desperately gathering evidence.
Then she met Gu Xizhou. He wore flip-flops and acted like a carefree layabout, yet whenever she was at her lowest, he was there with a bowl of hot wontons. He helped her through every dark moment, and she thought fate had finally offered her some compensation.
Until the day Zhao Tianhao was arrested, when a Maybach pulled up in front of her. The man had changed into a custom suit. “I’m the president of Gu Group.”
Lin Qingxue turned and ran. They belonged to different worlds.
Later, he took off his suit, put on his old flip-flops, and waited beneath her apartment day after day, holding a bowl of wontons. “If you don’t come down, I’ll keep waiting.”
The sunflowers beyond the courtyard wall bloomed and withered again and again. At last, one day, she walked toward him.
“Gu Xizhou, this time, I won’t let go again.”
