Wen Sheng had a crush on Feng Yan for ten years. When she was fifteen years old, he handed her a box of warm milk, and she remembered it for ten years. For him, she endured her mother-in-law's difficulties, Ji Weining's late-night calls, and the cold looks from the socialite circle, thinking that she could warm his heart if she endured it.
But all she got for her forbearance was: "You don't deserve it."
On her third wedding anniversary, she cooked six dishes and waited until late at night. He answered Ji Weining's call and turned around and left, not returning all night. At five o'clock in the morning, he opened the door and came in. There was a strange smell of perfume on his shirt, and he just said: "Don't think too much about it."
She didn't cry or fuss. He took off his wedding ring, opened the window, and threw it out.
The next day, she left eight words: "As you wish, we owe nothing to each other." She left home without a penny.
Feng Yanchi thought she was playing hard to get. He waited for her to come back, but what he was waiting for was - she became an international cutting-edge designer and the sole heir to the Gu Group after 24 years of separation. And Ji Weining, whom he had doted on for ten years, was just a fake.
The day the truth was revealed, Mr. Feng hit him on the shoulder with a crutch: "She risked her life to save you, and you don't even know how many scars she has on her hands. Are you worthy?"
Later, he learned to cook, deliver flowers, stay downstairs of the second-hand bookstore at three o'clock in the morning, and flew halfway around the world just to watch her receive the award.
She looked at him calmly: "Feng Yanchi, you only love what you lost, not me."
