In March of the business marriage, Jiang Jinyan and Wen Yan met no more than five times, and they rarely even held hands.
When the news of Wen Yan's death came, he thought he was finally free, but he was entangled by his deceased husband's obsession - the cold coldness wrapped around his wrist in the middle of the night, the ginkgo leaves that automatically returned to their places on the desk, and the majestic but harmless gaze, following him like a shadow.
A tough-talking and arrogant realist: "You can't restless even after you die?"
Cold and taciturn to the outside world (soul version): "I'll be gentle to you alone, but I'll protect you within the boundaries."
Intention: Crossing the fetters of life and death, the two-way redemption of hard words and gentleness