Jiang Li likes Shen Yan and has been for eighteen years.
They are childhood sweethearts who grew up together in an old alley in the south of the city. She remembered all his hobbies, did his homework for him, saved money to buy his favorite sneakers, and chatted with him until the early morning after every time he fell in love. She thought if she waited long enough, he would look back at her.
But he just enjoyed all this as a matter of course and turned around to get entangled with other girls.
In his senior year of high school, he said to her in public because of someone else's provocation: "Can you stop being so sentimental? You annoy me so much."
It rained heavily that day. Jiang Li stood at the entrance of the alley, tearing up the pages of the diary she had written for ten years. The ink stains mixed with rainwater flowed into the sewer.
A black umbrella was held above her head. The student student Lu Yanci, who was always reading quietly at the end of the alley, said in a very soft voice: "Jiang Li, come with me."
She nodded.
Later she learned that Lu Yanci's move to the south of the city was not accidental. He observed her for a whole year. He remembered her favorite sweet-scented osmanthus cake, which bookstore she went to on weekends, and when she caught a cold. One of the purposes of his coming to Chengnan was to enter her world.
The so-called "coincidence" was all his long-planned arrangement.
And his true identity is that he is the sole heir to the Lu family, the top wealthy family in Beijing.
Many years later, Jiang Li ascended the podium as a top international perfumer. Two men in the audience stood up at the same time——
Shen Yan, who has become the crown prince of Beijing, said "I'm sorry" with red eyes.
Lu Yanci held her favorite chamomile and said "congratulations" with a smile.
