Ouyang Xing had loved Jing Mo for years.
As a girl, she followed him everywhere, asking over and over, "Jing Mo, when will you start liking me?"
And Jing Mo always gave the same answer: "Ouyang Xing, stop following me."
Later, she finally worked up the courage to confess her feelings, but he pushed her away with his own hands.
"I don't like you."
That year, Ouyang Xing left the country and moved overseas.
Jing Mo stood outside the airport, watching the plane disappear into the sky. Only then did he finally admit it: He hadn't been unable to love her. He'd just never dared to.
Years later, they met again. She had become the youngest head of the Ouyang Group, and he was no longer the boy who hid in a shabby alley.
In the conference room, Ouyang Xing offered him her hand, smiling with distant politeness.
"Mr. Jing, long time no see."
She spent her whole youth chasing after him.
Then, at last, he was the one who came to her.
She had once been a ray of starlight in his life. This time, he wanted to spend the rest of his life keeping her close.
