Ten years ago, at Jiangcheng University, she was a junior college freshman who timidly looked up to him, while he was a brilliant pharmacy genius. A love that started with admiration ended abruptly due to the distance and heavy misunderstandings in reality while she was desperately chasing after her. When they broke up, she only left one sentence: "Lu Chenzhou, I'm tired."
Four years later, the Shanghai Summit was the stage for top new drug research and development.
He was an invited newcomer from the academic world, and she was a corporate representative who made a stunning appearance on the stage.
The reunion was a confrontation. During the question-and-answer period, swords and swords flashed. He was businesslike, but she handled it calmly. Everyone saw that they were evenly matched, but no one knew that beneath the calm mask was the old wave of emotions that had already stirred up a storm.
He thought that giving up back then was a success, but she traveled alone, burdened with the fatigue of "not being able to catch up".
It wasn't until his best friend revealed the truth that he realized that her understatement of "tired" concealed sacrifices he didn't know about and her buried talent.
"Shen Qingxu," he put aside all his pride, his eyes as bright as before, "you have never been a pursuer."
"You are my source of inspiration and the most indispensable in my scientific research world - the only formula."
Intention: "You are my only recipe." He was once her star, but now he bows to her. Who determines the outcome of this pursuit that spans ten years?