Rose Dies in the Dead of Winter

Everyone in the Beijing circle knows that there is a woman named Shen Nanqiao next to Fu Hanzheng. She is docile and quiet, like a temperless dog, always available when called. Fu Hanzheng also thought that as long as he waved, the rose would always bloom for him. Until that rainstorm, Shen Nanqiao was pushed to the forefront by him. She didn't cry or make a fuss, she just calmly handed over her resignation letter, paid off all her debts, and completely disappeared from the world on an ordinary morning. At first, Fu Hanzheng scoffed: "In less than three days, she will come back to beg me." But three days have passed, three months have passed, one year has passed... The pot of roses he threw carelessly in the snow never bloomed again. Later, the superior Mr. Fu went crazy. He searched every corner of the country, kneeling in the mud with red eyes, just begging her to look back. When we met again, she held someone else's hand and looked at her like a stranger. "Mr. Fu, is something wrong?" At that moment, Fu Hanzheng knew—— His rose really died in that winter.