Wen Nian never thought that he would see He Yanci again.
I never imagined that he would have silver hair when we met again.
The youngest person in charge of the He family in the Beijing Circle was sitting in the first row of the auction hall, looking across the crowd and landing on her.
Like five years ago.
At that time, he still had black hair. He held her hand and said, "Niannian, don't leave."
Later he pushed her away with his own hands.
Wen Nian thought he didn't love her anymore. Little did he know that on the night they broke up, he had a car accident, and when he woke up again, his black hair turned into snow.
Little did he know that he had been looking for her for more than 1,800 days and nights.
"Wen Nian," his voice was hoarse, "I pushed you away to protect you. But I regret it."
Intention: True love is shoulder to shoulder, not alone.