Mutual pining|Ten-year age gap|Family feuds|Amnesia|The wife-chasing crematorium|Happy ending
Fifteen years of secret love, seven years of waiting, and one drunken lapse of control. She runs, he chases, and neither can escape.
On the night of her twenty-second birthday, Su Zhiyu does something that costs her every shred of dignity: she sleeps with her best friend's uncle.
Lu Jingshen, the ruthless king of the business world, is twelve years older than her. She's been afraid of him since childhood: afraid of his stern, rigid ways, his intimidating presence, and those deep, unreadable eyes. She thinks it was just one drunken night of madness, and after waking up, all she wants is to run away, block him, and pretend it never happened.
But he follows her to Paris and stands beneath a streetlamp in the early hours, saying, “I can't forget you.”
“How long have you felt this way?” she asks.
“Seven years.”
When she was fifteen, she wore a white dress and played Chopin onstage. He sat in the third row and never took his eyes off her from the very first note. From that day on, he never truly looked at another woman.
