Mr. Huo, Madam, She Is Heartbroken.

People in the capital were afraid of Huo Yunli, afraid of his cold-bloodedness, and afraid of his arrogance. Only Shen Yu was not afraid. She had been in love with him for seven years, from being a young girl to being covered in scars. But Huo Yunli personally snuffed out the last light in Shen Yu's eyes. A heavy rainstorm, a phone call that was hung up, and a child that couldn't be saved. Shen Yu walked away cleanly, without taking away a penny from Huo Yunli, and without leaving a single complaint. Everyone thought that Huo Yunli would be relieved and continue to be a wealthy and powerful person like him. But no one knew that Huo Yunli's world truly fell into eternal night when the house that always kept the lights on waiting for him went completely dark. When we met again three years later, she was cold and noble, with a gentle and loving man standing beside her. Huo Yunli, who had always been aloof, had red eyes and humbly prayed in the rainy night: "Xiaoyu, don't let me go..." Chen Yu passed by holding an umbrella without even a look. Mr. Huo, Madam, she has long been heartbroken. Belated affection is worthless than grass.