Zhao Kexin, a wealthy girl who once lived in the sun, faced the biggest unhappiness in her life, named Cheng Xingzhi.
He was a bright star in the sky. She looked up and chased him for two full years before she finally touched a glimmer of light - a short year, like a limited dream.
Then fate turned around and showed no mercy. Her father fell ill, the family business collapsed, and she fell heavily from the clouds. She, who loved him deeply, pushed him away and let him go to a farther and better place.
Years later, she returned to the old city. Wash away the brilliance and start from scratch.
The days are heavy and the dust is thick. She quickly learned to stand firm amidst the hardships, and learned to pick up the broken life bit by bit and put it back together. She no longer belongs to anyone else, and she no longer believes in fairy tale love. She just wants to hold on to the stability she can hold in her hands.
Just when she was about to enter a seemingly stable marriage, the man with regrets came back.
Fate brings them back together again. He approached step by step with clumsy determination; while she stood there, trapped by the scars of the past and the gap in reality, and dared not reach out.
Until he held her hand, his eyes were quiet and hot:
"Zhao Kexin, we owe a formal ending."
"This time, let me chase you. Let's finish love together, okay?"
This is a story about regret and growth, courage and healing. Difficulties may be a normal part of life, but love will eventually find its way.
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When I was in my twenties, I always thought that there would be that kind of person in the world who would understand all your joys and sorrows, chat with you all night long, make your heart skip a beat, and run into a bright future together.
Only in my thirties did I slowly realize that maybe there was no such person. Only myself, in the dust of life, dreaming and healing at the same time.
So what I want to write about is ordinary people. They have light and shadow, temperature and imperfections.
Life is not a suspended fairy tale, it is dusty and full of weight. But perhaps it is precisely because of this that those loves that still refuse to give up in the dust seem particularly real and precious.
After seeing this sentence, I would like to share it with everyone: Create ten thousand perfect male characters, and there will not be one more in reality. Create one powerful female character and there will be 10,000 more in reality.
Concept: Regret is normal, but love will reverberate.