"Huiyan, I never had the heart to tell you. In fact, what you fall in love with is just the shadow boy in your fantasy. He is as pure and beautiful as a painting, and his heart is as calm as dust. He is treasured in your heart and regarded as a treasure. But you don't know that this is just the side he wants you to see. The other side is the truth you never want to pry into."
This is a letter Cheng Zihao left for Huiyan before going to Provence.
Huiyan wanted to laugh, life was so ironic.
Six years ago, she lost to Meng Chen, a complete defeat; today, Zihao also lost to her, and finally walked into the arms of another person with a scarred heart.
Because we lost to love once, we finally lost to love. Now there is finally no more her who loves him deeply and no more him who loves her deeply.