The most right thing Lin Wan ever did in her life was to love Chen Ran; the most wrong thing she ever did was to love Chen Ran.
That year, he was a brilliant and talented physicist, and she was an unknown writer.
He gave up tens of billions of fortune for her and ate instant noodles with her in a 30-square-meter rental house; she shielded him from all the evil in the world, even if her hands were stained with blood, she still protected him.
But when love is turned into hatred by firewood, rice, oil and salt, when ideals are shattered by reality, Chen Ran chooses the most decisive fulfillment——
"Lin Wan, I'm not going back. I can't go back."
He disappeared into the Antarctic blizzard and became an exiled chess piece.
She remained in the lights of Paris, a sealed island.
They love each other but can't be together.
Because if we are together, love will die; if we are not together, love will never die.
Many years later, my daughter asked: "Mom, what is the name of that star?"
Lin Wan replied: "It's called a 'passer-by'. The person who walks with you for a while, gives you an umbrella, and then walks away in the rain."
