A soccer ball came flying toward her.
He stepped in front of her and took the hit, then turned and walked away without even leaving his name.
She kept that silhouette hidden in her heart for three years.
It became a follow on Weibo called "Waiting," and the template for every male lead she wrote.
Three years later, they met again in a coffee shop. He took off his mask.
Only then did she dare to be sure: it was him. It really was him.
But he was Jiang Xiaochen, a top-tier star basking in the spotlight.
She was just an ordinary girl running a coffee shop.
The brighter the light, the more danger there was for anyone close to him.
On the night their relationship was exposed, he denied knowing her in front of the cameras.
Later, he sat in her shop, his voice so cold it held not a trace of warmth.
"Let's break up."
She didn't know that he'd shouldered all the abuse alone that day.
And he didn't know that she had clutched her phone, waiting for him all night.
Ever since the day they reunited, he'd been secretly learning how to do one thing:
Make a wedding dress.
At the production's opening ceremony, he gripped the microphone and said in front of every reporter:
"When this drama wraps, we'll get married. This time, I won't let go of these hands again."
