Han Zhaosu had been in Beijing for ten years, and when he finally met Zhou Yiran, what impressed him most were his eyes.
"Zhaosu, there is nothing I can do, wish you well". After he said this, his eyes turned red involuntarily, but the pride in his bones made him hold back. He looked at Zhaosu deeply, as if he was about to say goodbye forever. This is his youth, his ten years, and the person he loves from beginning to end.
But he has nothing but himself. All he could give Zhaosu was to leave her.
He bid farewell to Zhaosu and himself.
When Han Zhaosu first met Zhou Yiran, what impressed him most was his eyes. Alert and cautious, unwilling and proud. Zhaosu felt a slight tremor in his heart, not sure whether it was beating or pain.
During the ten years, he was a young man. Li Yiming thought that he would live a plain and stable life with thoughts of Zhaosu, just like his parents. But after hearing the news about Zhaosu, he couldn't help but run to her, praying to be favored by love.
"Every choice I make in my life, every step in my destiny, is to stand in front of you one day."
Zhaosu went to Beijing from a small town and spent the next ten years studying, working, and living here, and was ups and downs in the financial industry. She met a lot of people and said goodbye to a lot of people. She thought some people would never leave, and she thought some people would never see each other again. But the facts are always unpredictable and human power cannot be shaken. There is only love, which cannot be valued or traded.
Intention: When I was a young man wearing bright clothes and angry horses, I lived up to my youth and knew it.