On a rainy night, she escaped from her wedding and crashed into the most luxurious private banquet in Chiang Mai, becoming the center of attention.
The man at the main seat put out his cigar, and his gaze behind the gold-rimmed glasses was fixed on the moon pendant around my neck.
He pressed me against the door panel in front of everyone, breathing hot: "Lan Zixi, I have been waiting for you for fifteen years."
After a crazy night, I dragged my sore body to the airport, but was stopped by a heavily armed bodyguard at the security checkpoint.
He came after me with blood on his hands, and picked me up in front of countless cameras: "You run away again, and I will lock you in the bedroom for the rest of your life."
Later I found out that he was Leng Yao, a tycoon in Southeast Asia who covered the sky with one hand, and my moon pendant was a pair with the stars on his chest.
He suppressed several famous families for me and slapped Bai Yueguang in the face in public, but he never dared to let me near the study on the third floor.
It wasn't until the eve of the wedding that I sneaked into the forbidden room and discovered that the wall was covered with photos of me from childhood to adulthood, and a diary written for fifteen years:
"I dreamed about Xi'er again today. If she dares to forget me, I will tie her to my side and say she loves me a hundred times a day."
"I found her. She doesn't remember me. It doesn't matter, I will spend my whole life making her fall in love with me again."
And on the last page of the diary, there is the old photo of the island that changed our destiny - she and him...
