Wen Yan, 27 years old, is an ace agent.
She is called "Mr. Wen" in the circle, and she never fails in crisis public relations.
The only thing she couldn't remember - what was the name of her first love?
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When I was seventeen, someone said, "You have to be responsible for me."
She wasn't responsible, she ran away.
He ran so fast that he left his name and surname behind ten years ago.
She thought that she would only focus on her career in this life and not talk about relationships.
She thought those men were just passing by.
——Until Shen Xunzhou pushed her to the ground, his eyes scarlet:
"I hate you."
But his hands were holding the corners of her clothes, and he didn't dare to use force for five years.
——Until Qin Yu put the ferret keychain into his pocket.
Seven years ago he was "walking in the snow in search of plum blossoms."
Seven years later he said:
"I lied to you...
But the flower language that day... Was serious. "
——Until Zhou Yanli put the caramel latte on her table.
After seven years of secret love, he only dared to say:
"The garage light is broken, I'm calling someone to fix it."
——Until Shi Anxu waited for fifteen years.
The first sentence of the reunion is:
"Do you remember borrowing half an eraser in the second grade of junior high school?"
——Until Lu Huaimo sent a new melody.
"Yanchi, you said you still need time."
"That doesn't matter, I'll wait for you."
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She stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows on the thirty-second floor.
Outside the window is the sun and rain that has been delayed for ten years.
The phone lights up.
Five unread messages.
It turns out that when you no longer look for light——
The light will recognize you on its own.
Intention: Your future is written by you
