Six years ago, Gu Nanfeng left without saying goodbye, leaving only "wait for me".
Six years later, Wen Zhiyi became a top interior designer, but met him again at the most embarrassing moment - he was her new boss, the heir to the most prestigious group in Kyoto, and there was an elegant socialite fiancee standing beside her.
"Long time no see." He smiled and stretched out his hand, as if those years of waiting never existed.
Wen Zhiyi held it and dug his nails into his palm: "Hello, Mr. Gu."
Later, he knocked on her door drunkenly late at night, his eyes red: "Zhiyi, I can't pretend anymore."
Later, he knelt down on one knee and held the wedding ring she designed: "Wen Zhiyi, I spent six years building a city for you. Now, are you willing to be my city lord?"
This is a story about "the longest love confession is waiting".
