Gu Nanxing was born with light. It's not the kind of scorching dazzling light, it's the first warm sun that shines through the window lattice in the winter morning - when she smiles, the world lights up. As a reporter, she traveled to the most remote demolition sites and wrote about the most inconspicuous people. She picked up those forgotten stories from the dust and polished them one stroke at a time. She still has a dream of being a writer in her heart, and wants to put all the encounters and partings in words.
Lu Shian is another kind of existence. The youngest leader of the Lu Group, he is as calm as a deep pool and as restrained as an ancient well. There were no accidents in his world, until the glass of orange juice poured on his chest, and she raised her face and called "brother." He didn't know that from that moment on, the iceberg that had lived step by step for thirty years had its first crack.
They loved. He remembered every casual word she said, and she kept his notes one by one in a drawer.
On the phone at the airport, she said: "Brother, goodbye."
She went to the battlefield. Artillery fire, ruins, and a child dead in her arms, she learned to live again in the most miserable place in the world.
Two years later, she returned to the city with scars all over her body and a book filled with stories of life and death. Lu Shian is still there. He waited two years to transform himself into a man worthy of her.
But she was no longer the little girl who would stand on tiptoes and kiss his chin. She needs to walk the last dark road alone to confirm that she still loves him.
She traveled thousands of miles across mountains and rivers, and he hid the stars in his arms and waited for her the entire time.
This is a story about waiting and return, hurt and forgiveness. I hope you can also wait for the person who puts you before all choices.
