Lu Wei was Shen Lin'an’s perfect secretary.
For seven years, she arranged everything for him, never making a mistake or saying more than necessary.
Shen Lin'an had grown used to her presence, just as he was used to his perfectly brewed cup of Darjeeling tea every morning.
Until the day Lu Wei handed in her resignation.
One after another, he offered her increasingly outrageous terms. The last one struck right at the heart of the matter: “If you want to get married, I can marry you.”
Lu Wei smiled and turned him down.
For the first time, Shen Lin'an realized he knew nothing about this woman.
He didn’t know she was allergic to pollen, didn’t know she was shouldering the burden of her entire family alone, and didn’t know that she was the little girl he had been searching for for twenty years.
In that dark room all those years ago, her hand had given him the courage to keep living.
Now, he would win her back with his own hands.
