The winter in Paris was gray and cold and long, and Zhu Ciyou thought that her sunny days were the Su Yuchen with a gentle smile and the fragrance of green wood.
They met, fell in love, and they fell in love, thinking that they could survive all the winter, until he left without saying goodbye and disappeared silently.
Ling Che was the storm that broke into Zhu Ciyou's life.
Growing up in the United States, he was arrogant and had a dazzling net worth. There was no shortage of people around him. Until they met in France, he saw her for the first time, but she saw someone else.
He has a tough mouth and is mean. He likes to see her cry. At least the tears are for him alone. Even if he quarrels with her and she hates her, he appears every time when she is in embarrassment.
They quarreled and entangled all the way, from France to China, from Paris to Shanghai.
Zhu Ciyou finally chose to let go of the past. Her heart was heated by Ling Che's noise, and she began to slowly walk towards him.
Su Yuchen, who had disappeared for a long time, reappeared, breaking the calm again.
Only then did she realize that he had tried his best to conceal that farewell without saying goodbye, and their reunion would never end.
The belated truth, the gentle farewell, everything will eventually pass, and she and Ling Che learned to love and be loved in the scars and tears.
Maybe it's late, maybe it's hard to say goodbye, but the hot heart will never lose its temperature, even in death.
Intention: Even if you lose, you must be brave
