Seven years of partiality, seven years of forbearance.
Su Nian filled Lu Zeyan's cold and empty world with all her tenderness.
He thought that taking things slowly could warm up the ice, until that strange silk scarf and that false engagement shattered his last obsession.
Overnight, he packed up his suitcase and left, severing love and contact, cleanly, without leaving a single thought.
The empty villa lost its only fireworks, and the aloof Mr. Lu suddenly woke up.
He was used to that person's meticulous gentleness, and he was used to someone always waiting for him to come home.
After losing it, he realized that that gentleness was the only light in his life.
On the street where the heavy rain was pouring, the arrogant man knelt on his knees, begging humbly with red eyes.
"Su Nian, can you come back? I'll give you everything."
He looked back lightly, coldly and distantly.
"Lu Zeyan, I don't want you anymore."
In the past, he blatantly consumed his sincerity.
Later, he put down his pride, gave up his family property, and fought against his family, becoming paranoid and crazy for only one person.
The iceberg melts and love comes late.
On top of the ruins, replant flowers.
The empty room will leave residual heat, and the rest of your life will be gentle.
This time, he devoted everything he had to a two-way relationship.
