Three years ago, Su Yue was the delicate rose in Lu Jingxuan's heart, but he broke her with his own hands and pushed her into the abyss.
Everyone said that Lu Jingxuan hated Su Yue and wished she would die in a foreign country.
Only Lu Jingxuan himself knew that in the past three years, he had lived like a zombie, searching for the girl he lost all over the world.
Three years later, Su Yue returned.
She is no longer the little girl who only cries "Brother Jingxuan", but the radiant designer "Y".
There was a man standing next to her - Fu Hanchuan.
The prince of the Fu family, who was rumored to be moody and ruthless, was kneeling on one knee, personally tying the straps of her high heels, his eyes as pious as a believer's.
"Su Yue, come home with me." Fu Hanchuan declared his sovereignty in public and looked provocatively at the livid Lu Jingxuan.
Lu Jingxuan clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were scarlet, and his voice was trembling: "Yueyue, come home with me... I have been wrong in the past three years."
Su Yue looked at the man in front of her who she once loved deeply, but there was no wave in her eyes.
She held Fu Hanchuan's arm and smiled brightly and distantly: "Mr. Lu, please respect yourself. My husband is still waiting for me."
Fu Hanchuan took advantage of the situation and grabbed her waist, protecting her in his arms, and gave Lu Jingxuan a wicked smile: "Mr. Lu, you're late. This rose is now named Fu."
