On the day when it snowed for the first time in Nancheng, Cen Wan returned home.
Wearing a long black trench coat, she stood at the door of Shen Zhaoxue's shabby incense shop and handed over a contract.
"Teacher Shen, I need you to restore the "December Order Incense Manual"."
Shen Zhaoxue lowered his eyes and read the contract, and said in a very calm voice: "Mr. Cen has found the wrong person. I have stopped touching Xiang a long time ago."
Cen Wan smiled and said, "Really? Did the burn on your hand come from when you mixed incense for me seven years ago, or did I remember it wrong?"
Seven years ago, Shen Jia Xiangfang was accused of fraud, and his master jumped off the building. Shen Zhaoxue transformed from a genius perfumer to a "descendant of liars" that everyone avoided overnight.
At that time, Cen Wan stood in front of her with pride and said, "You come with me, and I will support you."
Shen Zhaoxue said, "Cen Wan, don't come to me again."
Later, Cen Wan went overseas and became the youngest art curator, with unlimited fame and elegance.
Everyone thought she had forgotten Shen Zhaoxue.
Until the eve of the opening of the exhibition, someone saw Cen Wan blocking Shen Zhaoxue on a snowy night and asking with red eyes:
"Shen Zhaoxue, you didn't want me back then, now do you want me again?"
Shen Zhaoxue was silent for a long time, and finally whispered:
"It's not that I don't want you."
"At that time, I couldn't even save myself."
Intention: freedom and love