The ancient Greek philosopher Heraclitus said: "You cannot step into the same river twice."
When you step into it for the second time, neither the "river" nor the "you" are the same as they were the first time.
When she was eighteen years old, Ye Zhiluan escaped to the other side of the world and got lost in a cliff town on the Almafi Coast.
Then he showed up.
A young man with the same oriental face.
They shared a pair of headphones to exchange heartbeats and fell in love together on the sea at sunset and in a hot air balloon under the scorching sun.
At the age of nineteen, Ye Zhiluan was recognized by his biological father and returned to a wealthy family, and was forced to separate from his first love.
Her father used her and Shen Shubai in exchange for benefits.
Until a transoceanic phone call from my stepbrother.
She returned to China without stopping, only to learn the truth about her mother's death.
She decided to join forces with her stepbrother for revenge.
On the first day after she returned to China after graduation, she was informed that her father had held a banquet for her as soon as she got off the plane.
At that banquet, my father and Uncle He Yanzhao teamed up to use scandal to create a scandal for the prince.
In a hotel suite,
"Miss Ye," he approached with oppressive heat, "Which song do you want to sing in this play?"
Ye Zhiluan leaned her back against the mattress, calm and desperate. She suddenly remembered everything about He Yanzhao in the information: extremely conceited, disgusted with being uncontrollable, but appreciating the courage to take risks.
She suddenly smiled, reached out and grabbed his tie, pulled him close, her red lips close to his ear, her breath trembled slightly, but the words were clear:
"Mr. He, it's so boring to be someone else's chess piece for once."
She kissed his Adam's apple and felt his instant stiffness.
"How about we join forces and destroy this chess player?"
Intention: No intention