Six years ago, Lin Mu extinguished his own light with his own hands.
She is an ordinary girl who relied on student loans and working part-time to study at university, but Zhou Xu is a proud man living in the clouds.
When she saw him tearing up the overseas invitation letter that countless people dreamed of, she knew it was time to end.
She had rehearsed the breakup line countless times, making sure it was cruel enough to cut off all his thoughts of looking back.
"Zhou Xu, for a person like me, I try hard to climb up to you just to prove that I can also pick off the moon. Now that I have finished proving it, it is no longer interesting."
She watched the light in his eyes shatter, and when she turned around, the summer wind was scorching hot, but she was shivering with cold.
No one knew that she returned to the small rental house that night and cried until she almost suffocated.
No one knew that there was a faint scar on her wrist - that was the date when he held her hand for the first time.
Six years later, London's top auction house.
She is the most acclaimed Russian language art consultant on the scene
He is the young president who was appointed by the group and came to the scene.
At the preview reception, Lin Mu saw Zhou Xu at a glance through the crowded crowd.
He is more handsome and unattainable than he was six years ago.
Her fingertips were cold, but she still walked through the crowd and stood beside him: "Zhou Xu."
He slowly turned his head, his eyes as calm as looking at a stranger. After two seconds of silence, the corners of his lips curved into a warm arc:
"We know each other?"
After that, he made things difficult at every turn and every word he said was thorny.
She accepted everything as ordered, swallowing all the tremors until she fainted from a high fever and fell into the street on a winter night.
When she was unconscious, someone hugged her.
"Lin Mu, you win..." His voice was hoarse and broken.
But she was so burned that she could only murmur over and over again: "Zhou Xu... I miss you so much..."
Late at night while her fever was going down, he accidentally touched her watch loose.
The strap slipped down, revealing a slender wrist with a series of dark blue numbers tattooed on it: 20181120
Their first day together.
On the edge of the tattoo are several pale white old scars overlapping it.
Later, he found an old iron box in her apartment.
Inside were forty-seven boarding passes from Moscow to London, the earliest date being the second week after they broke up.
On the back of the ticket is her tiny handwriting
Zhou Xu knelt down and recalled, and finally understood——
The use she said was a lie, and the depression she suffered was because of him. She worked hard to get to this day just to stand in front of him again with a "worthy" attitude.
And all her efforts were as silent as the mark tattooed on her pulse on her wrist:
Every heartbeat is a confession that no one knows.
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Reunion｜Reunion after a long absence｜Double c｜Running in both directions｜HE
Neither the male nor female protagonist is perfect | One is hard-spoken and soft-hearted, the other is stubborn and humble
She thought she was cutting off the future, but in fact, what she was cutting was her own life.
Intention: In the broken mirror, I finally learned how to love you completely.
