At eighteen, Su Wan’s love letter earns her nothing but Lu Yaosheng’s reply: “You don’t know your place.”
Seven years later, he offers her a marriage contract to save the Su family, and she throws herself into the marriage like a moth to a flame.
Three months into her pregnancy, she catches him shielding his first love from a car. Blood stains the starlight in her eyes.
Five years later, she appears at a charity gala holding the hand of a little boy who looks just like him.
Amid the crowd’s shocked murmurs, Lu Yaosheng stubbornly kneels and holds out a ring. “I’m ten years late opening the love letter you wrote when you were eighteen.”
“Let me spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Will you?”
