On his thirtieth birthday, Xu Zhaonian's life collapsed before his eyes.
Love is a naked transaction, and infatuation is a joke that everyone knows.
When she was most embarrassed, a deaf-mute painter in Paris saw through all her stubbornness. They got separated at sunrise, thinking they would never see each other again in this life.
However, that silent man appeared again, and he was the chief executive of a wealthy family who had returned for her.
At the same time, the notice of her mother's critical illness pushed her into a stable but loveless future provided by another man.
On one side is unforgettable love, on the other side is unshirkable responsibility.
Who should control a woman's destiny?
The full text has been revised. Those who read Chapter 21 before can read it from Chapter 11 (o^^o)
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Intention: When she was sixty years old, she was waiting in Paris for a greeting thirty years late.