Three years ago, due to a misunderstanding, Su Wan dragged her suitcase and quietly disappeared from Lu Zeyan's world.
At that time, he was a high-ranking, indifferent and alienated capitalist boss, and she was a small, cowardly interior designer with a humble love.
Everyone said that Lu Zeyan didn't have a woman in his heart, but Su Wan didn't believe it. In the end, he left the show in embarrassment with bruises all over his body.
Three years later, there was a cocktail party on the top floor of the city with scattered lights.
She was wearing a decent long dress, she was calm and composed, her eyebrows were indifferent, she was no longer the little girl who circled around him back then.
The man held the wine glass between his fingertips, his eyes locked on hers, and his voice was low and hoarse: "Su Wan, we haven't seen you for three years, have you learned to avoid me?"
Everyone thought that it was Su Wan who climbed high.
Only Lu Zeyan himself knew that as early as countless unknown nights, he had already been willing to fall for her.
Later, late at night during a heavy rainstorm, he pushed her against the wall, his red eyes paranoid and entangled:
"Don't leave. This time, it's me who will love you."
The evening breeze is gentle and love falls.
There are thousands of people in this world, but I only prefer you.
