Lin Xiang fears two things most in her life: crowded places and people with too strong auras.
On Zhou Jingjing's wedding day, she had both.
In front of the gift book table, she clutched a red envelope worth one thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight dollars and said her name:
"Lin, Linxiang. Shuangmulin, the fragrance of Princess Xiangxiang."
The man opposite held the brush, his knuckles tightened suddenly, and he didn't write for a long time.
That was Zhou Jingjing's uncle, Zou Zheng.
He is famous in the circle for keeping away from strangers and is a figure at the top of the pyramid in Beijing.
At this moment, he was staring at the gift book, his eyes turning a little red.
Lin Xiang didn't know what she had done wrong, so she took the souvenir and escaped into the elevator.
She doesn't know——
Seven years ago, she stumbled and said to her, "Princess Xiangxiang's fragrance."
Seven years ago, she traded her life for his and pushed him out of a car accident.
Seven years ago, she woke up and forgot everything about him,
And he never felt better after that.
Intention: Love has sunshine and rain.