Su Zhiyu has always been the most eye-catching one in the crowd.
Beautiful and dazzling, she never lacks followers around her. She looks like a butterfly lingering among flowers, free and affectionate.
But only she knew that beneath that seemingly dissolute shell, there was a gentle watery undertone and a heart that had long been sentenced to death.
When she met Shen Yanning, she still looked careless.
She approached her, not because she was moved, but because before she walked towards the end, she wanted to borrow some clean and hot warmth to survive those days when she couldn't see the light.
She is gentle and polite to everyone, and the same is true for Shen Yanning - her gentleness is true, but her affection is fake.
At that time, she really didn't fall in love.
She was just greedy for this warmth, but she restrained herself soberly and kept telling herself:
A dying person is not worthy of love, let alone such a sincere person.
What surged in my heart was never love, but a heavy guilt - guilt for the past, guilt for being careless, but I couldn't help but get closer.
Shen Yanning knows everything, but he is willing to sink.
She had seen people coming and going around Su Zhiyu, and she had seen her seemingly affectionate appearance, but she could see the tenderness and vulnerability in her bones better than anyone else.
In her dark world, Su Zhiyu is the only light.
It doesn't matter if you don't love me, it doesn't matter if you just borrow me for warmth, it doesn't matter if there are others around you.
As long as you let me stay with you, I will never leave.
She held on to a deep love that was so stubborn that it was almost humble, waiting for a long-lost return.
No one dared to think that fate would give them a chance to come back again.
Su Zhiyu miraculously recovered from his illness.
From "dying" to "living", the moment the body is reborn, the heart that has been dormant for a long time finally wakes up slowly.
The flowers and butterflies that were once accustomed to wandering on the edge of ambiguity cut off all the turmoil.
It wasn't until this moment that she finally collapsed and admitted in panic: the person she treated tenderly, who she secretly kept in her heart, who she regarded as a temporary harbor, had long since become her only deep love in her life.
The gentle and guilty fake flower butterfly sister vs. The affectionate, tough and true persistent girl
Intention: Feel the vastness with smallness