Qiao Ran's biggest wish in this life is to stay away from Murong Heng.
This man who had been haunting her life since she was seven years old, snatched her milk tea, occupied her seat, forced her to act as the heroine in a play, and secretly wrote "Murong Heng is the most handsome" in her essay - had bothered her for thirteen years.
At the graduation dinner, she drunkenly told her best friend, "I can finally get rid of that bastard."
She didn't see that Murong Heng stood outside the glass door of the box for forty minutes, holding a crumpled ticket in his hand - to the city where she was about to join the job, one way, the day after tomorrow.
Later she learned that he did not get on the flight to New York that day, but waited at the airport for four hours for someone who did not come to see him off.
Two years later, Lujiazui, Shanghai.
The airborne representative of Party A pushed open the door of the conference room. Murong Heng was wearing a custom-made suit, and the mole on the bridge of his nose was half covered by gold-rimmed glasses. His eyes swept across everyone, and finally landed on her face, with a hint of hoarseness hidden in his businesslike voice:
"Analyst Qiao, long time no see."
Qiao Ran dropped his pen three times that day and miscalculated all the numbers on the first page of the report.
What she didn't know was that it took him two years to complete his MBA ahead of schedule, and another three months to move the entire program to Shanghai - just because two weeks ago, he saw a photo: On the Lujiazui overpass, she was blowing in the wind alone and lost a lot of weight.
He saved the photo into an encrypted folder called "Mine", and the note on the photo read——
"It's been two years and she still doesn't know how to eat well. I have to go back."
