Someone proposed to her with a city. He said, “Xiaoxian, I want to build a city for you.” Three days later, reinforcing bars pierced his chest, and the city remained forever on the blueprint.
From then on, Yu Xiaoxian told everyone she was married. Her husband was a man who would never come back.
She’d had two chances to rewrite her life. At eighteen, unwilling to burden her adoptive parents or disrupt her younger sister Yuner’s studies, she gave up her first love, Zhang Fan, and flew alone to Singapore. Ten years later, she returned home with the jewelry brand she had built from scratch, only to run into Zhang Fan at her very first bidding event. The woman on his arm was her own younger sister.
One lover who died at the height of his brilliance, one stand-in whose every expression resembled his, and two sisters who fell in love with the same man, one after the other. Every evening, memories chased her as she kept watch over a shop called TIF-FANY, yet she could never figure it out: what was truly keeping her trapped, the late Cheng Hainuo, or the seventeen-year-old girl she could never be again?
She spent half her life trying to build a city for someone, only to understand at last: some cities were never meant to be built, because the person who belonged there was already gone.
