A cool, celibate heartthrob doctor × a lively, adorable illustrator. They’ve secretly loved each other for years, reunite after a long separation, and go from a contract relationship to a love that lasts.
The unluckiest thing that ever happened to Lin Wanzhao was spilling her iced Americano on someone at a cafe while rushing to finish an illustration.
Even worse, that “someone” was Su Yan, the “ex-boyfriend” who disappeared without a word ten years ago.
The youngest chief of thoracic surgery in the city, Su Yan is cool and reserved, keeping everyone at a distance. Even with coffee spilled all over him, he only says mildly, “You’ve stained my clothes. Are you going to take responsibility?”
Lin Wanzhao thinks he’s joking.
Until her family pressures her to get married, and in a panic she lies that she already has a boyfriend. Su Yan offers her a “contract” of his own:
“I’ll help you keep up the act. You draw a hundred portraits of me.”
So she starts drawing him.
In the first portrait, he looks distant and cold, like a sculpture without a trace of feeling.
By the tenth, she notices that the way he looks at her is exactly the same as it was ten years ago.
By the fiftieth, he is standing in the rain beneath her apartment late at night, saying, “It was fake at first, but my feelings are real.”
By the eightieth, he has earned a French medical license for her sake and flown halfway across the world to appear at her hospital bedside.
By the hundredth, she has finally finished drawing him, and finally understands: he left ten years ago to protect her, and came back ten years later so he would never have to leave again.
A hundred portraits can’t capture all of Su Yan.
But with a lifetime, he shows her that some people take just one glance to know they’re yours for life.
