On that rainy night seven years ago, Su Wanxing personally pushed away Fu Shiyan, the only person who reached out to her. Inferiority is like a cocoon and misunderstanding is like a knife. She left the stage sadly with the stigma of "plagiarism" and completely disappeared from his world.
We met again at work seven years later. He was the high-ranking president of the group, and she was a low-key and tolerant cutting-edge designer. His eyes were as bright as fire and he pressed forward step by step; she avoided him and responded coldly.
"You dare to touch my people?" He defended his shortcomings in public and declared forcefully.
"Mr. Fu, I have nothing to do with you." She took a step back, making a clear line.
Old scars were opened and new oppression followed. When he begins his seven-year belated pursuit, can the high wall she built still hold? This entanglement that started in school and ended in the workplace has just begun...
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