Lu He lowered his head only once in his life.
That year there was a heavy snowfall in Beicheng, and he knelt outside the airport, begging Cen Jiyuan not to leave.
She dragged her small suitcase and looked back at him for the last time. Her voice was as soft as snow falling on the ground: "Lu He, I'm tired. I can't afford to play your rich people's games."
He thought it was because he disliked the poor and loved the rich, so he hated her for five years.
——
Five years later, Cen Jiyuan became the most ruthless new designer in the industry.
He became the person she couldn't reach.
At the signing meeting, he was wearing a suit and leather tie, and he was as indifferent as a stranger: "Designer Cen, you are fine."
She smiled without missing a beat: "Mr. Lu, it's a pleasure to work with you."
But no one knew that in the car at the construction site on a rainy night, he blocked her in the unfinished building, his eyes were scarlet, and he kissed her fiercely: "Cen Jiyao, you left just as soon as you said it, you are worse than a dog."
——
Later, Lu He finally found out the truth about that year.
She vomited a mouthful of blood in the bathroom the night she left;
She never spent a penny from him when she was at the end of her rope;
The handkerchief he gave her was hidden under her pillow for five years.
The arrogant man who controlled a trillion-dollar business empire knelt in front of her, holding an old watch with a frayed strap, and his voice trembled:
"I'll give you all the money, and you can take it back, okay?"
Cen Jiyuan looked at him as if he were looking at himself who refused to look back on a snowy night.
"Lu He," she said softly, "it's too late."
——
He thought she thought he was rich, but in fact she was too desperate in love.
It has been snowing in Beicheng for five years, and spring is finally coming, but can he still wait for her?
