Wen Yanci has a pair of light blue eyes, which are the only gift left to him by his French mother.
When he was nine years old, his parents both passed away overnight, and he grew up surrounded by rumors - "Your parents were killed by the Lu family." When I was sixteen, I met Lu Zeqing again. The boy I had fallen in love with at first sight when I was seven years old, now used the harshest words to stab him: "Selling me miserable? To gain sympathy?"
He wrote books under the pen name Fusheng, describing his longing for a better life, but never showed his face. There was a huge crowd at the autograph session, and everyone looked up to him. Only Lu Zeqing stood in the queue with a heavy gaze.
He didn't know why Lu Zeqing came. Once, twice, three times.
He didn't know why Lu Zeqing turned around and bought a mountainside villa after he said, "I want to visit Victoria Harbor."
He didn't know that the man with a vicious mouth and a hard heart went to the beach to look for him countless times after he "jumped into the sea."
All he knew was that the person he fell in love with when he was seven years old would still like him when he was twenty-one.
This is a fourteen-year secret love, and a journey about misunderstanding, loss and reunion. From the plane trees in the old alleys of Hangzhou, to the rental houses in the French towns, to the mid-level villas in Victoria Harbor - two people with hard mouths and soft hearts walked the farthest way in the stupidest way and finally came to each other.
Concept: Love is not something that comes naturally