Jewelry designer Lin Shuyue protects herself with three layers of armor: top professional achievements in the industry, a watertight cool appearance, and the rough silver crescent necklace that she has worn for seven years between her collarbones - it was her original design, and the edges cut her hands, reminding herself to always keep her distance.
Lu Chenzhou, the heir to the Lu Group, "happens" to pass by the store every Thursday after it closes. They met by chance forty-seven times in the past three years. He stepped into her studio on the pretext of seeing new products. The two used "the refractive index of moonstone", "platinum ductility" and "inlay tightness" to play professional charades, conducting a silent emotional exploration under the cover of jewelry terminology.
Lin Shuyue knew he was waiting. Wait until she reveals the unexpected encounter on a rainy night three years ago, wait until she admits that she is the stranger who fled in panic before dawn, leaving only a design sketch behind. There is a line of 6H pencil writing on the edge of the sketch that will be erased by time: "If you see it, I will still be proud."
Until this rainy night, he gently pushed the well-preserved sketch in front of her. The store has long been closed, the safety exit has a faint green light, and outside the glass wall is an empty exhibition hall and the sound of pattering rain. Her proud defense line began to collapse when she saw the fragility that had been carefully collected - it turned out that the embarrassment she wanted to hide the most had been guarded by him as a treasure for three whole years.
Intention: Under the hardest armor and pride, there are still people who are willing to use time as a key, waiting for you to take the initiative to show your vulnerability. The real sweet pet is "I know all your defenses, but I never force you to take off your armor. I just wait for you to voluntarily surrender to me."