Six years ago, Lu Shiyan heard someone sing a song on the street.
Six years later, that person became his marriage alliance partner.
Ji Qingyan thought he had married a stranger. He didn’t know that someone had gone out of their way to buy the yogurt in the fridge, had deliberately left the living room light on, and quietly written down every offhand remark he made in a diary.
He didn’t know someone had waited six years for him.
Lu Shiyan thought he was simply a man of few words. He never imagined that someone could hear the things he couldn’t bring himself to say, see the wounds he kept hidden, and tell him, when the whole world blamed him, “You did your best.”
He didn’t know someone would be there to catch him.
This was a contract marriage in which each got what they needed. But little by little, they discovered that some things couldn’t be contained by a contract.
Like a secret crush. Like healing. Like love.
