The first time Ji Hanzhou saw Tang Wanqing, she was tearing into a scumbag at a café.
Stone-faced, she laid out the timeline, reviewed everything in front of everyone, splashed him with water, and walked away.
He thought to himself, This woman is no ordinary person.
The second time they met, she was his client, the financial director of a company.
All business, as cold as ice.
But he had seen her when she answered a call from her grandmother: like a crack opening in the ice, letting the light through.
Later, she pushed him away.
Once, twice, three times.
He didn't leave.
Because he knew she wasn't trying to make him go.
She was waiting for him to say, “I won't leave.”
