[One-on-one + marriage before love + devoted love + secret crush comes true]
Su Zhi's childhood sweetheart and fiancé went missing in a shipwreck eight years ago. She shut herself away in an old bookstore and darkroom on a small harbor island, resisting the passage of time by developing old rolls of film.
That midsummer, torrential rain poured down. An argument at a matchmaking meeting drew a crowd of onlookers, and Su Zhi fled the teahouse and stopped at the dock's duty station.
Inside sat Lu Yanzheng, who had just returned from a rescue boat.
The man had a stern face and a tall, straight build, carrying the salty dampness of the sea and a fierce air about him.
Su Zhi challenged him: “Captain Lu, would you dare marry a woman whose heart belongs to a dead man?”
The tough man who never even flinched in the face of raging winds and waves put down his towel and answered hoarsely, “I would.”
The whole island thought this whirlwind marriage was bound to end in a messy breakup.
Then came the violent typhoon season. On a dark night when the old island lost power, Lu Yanzheng knelt on one knee in the darkroom and gently wiped Su Zhi's cut fingertip with his calloused palm. His eyes betrayed a fierce longing and a vulnerability he couldn't hide.
Then Su Zhi found a box of yellowed negatives in the attic, every corner of every photo preserving a glimpse of her secretly captured by a boy.
What the world had mistaken for a casual act of kindness was actually a gamble he had devoted fifteen years to, one he was willing to drown in.