Lu Chenzhou, the heir to Lu's real estate, noticed Lin Wan for the first time when she fainted at her workstation and was sent to the hospital. There was a line of pencil comments on the edge of the drawing beside the hospital bed, and he casually drew a dotted line.
She comes from an ordinary working-class family. She became an architectural designer with her talent and resilience, and she is used to swallowing all the hardships. He comes from a wealthy family and looks glamorous on the outside, but he never knows how to let people get close to him. A project brings two people closer, but class differences and the wounds left by their original families make them pay the price of pain every time they get close.
Pregnancy, family pressure, absence from prenatal check-ups, premature birth crisis - Lin Wan's hands were shaking in front of a surgery consent form and she couldn't write. The child lives and she is gone. The only thing I took away was a volume of design sketches.
Three years later, she rebuilt her life as an independent designer in the southern city. Lu Chenzhou raised their daughter Huaihuai alone. An industry summit brought the two together again, and they discovered that the cracks had never disappeared, but had been covered with a thin layer of dust by time. A window painted by my daughter and the courtyard wall in the old house that has been modified three times are all evidence that each other is still waiting for the other.
The story does not promise forgiveness, nor does it offer fulfillment. It only shows one possibility: some scars never go away, but new things can grow next to them.
