Wen Zheye is an orphan. When he walked into Jinghua University dragging a broken box covered with tape, his grandmother had just left, and he thought he could survive by immersing himself in studying. His roommate Song Zhiyao is his only relative in Beijing.
Some people were eyeing him just because someone said he was prettier than Song Qingci. Song Qingci's fiancé Qi Xingyuan began to chase him. Wen Zheye knew that it was just a temporary novelty - a high-ranking person wanted a change of taste.
But he never thought that when he and Song Zhiyao accidentally caught Song Qingci stealing someone, Song Zhiyao took the video, and Song Qingci knelt down crying and begged them to delete it, this "accident" would kill Song Zhiyao.
Song Qingci forged evidence. Qi Xingyuan believed it.
Three years. Wen Zheye waited for the truth, waited for revenge, and waited for the ending that everyone deserves. Song Qingci went crazy, and Qi Xingyuan personally ruined his engagement at the press conference. Wen Zheye left and returned to Qin City to open a small bookstore, thinking that he could finally start over.
Qi Xingyuan came after him. It snowed heavily on his birthday night. He stood outside the door with a cake and flowers, but was thrown away by Wen Zheye. He knelt down and walked towards him step by step.
"I've taken care of it all."
He celebrated his birthday, lit candles and cut the cake. Finally he took out the ring.
Wen Zheye took it and held it in his palm. Didn't put it on and didn't speak.
Qi Xingyuan smiled and looked down at Wen Zheye's clenched knuckles - the ring was digging into his palm, he was holding it too hard.
"The future is still very long."
He held Wen Zheye's hand together with the ring and spoke very softly.
"Step by step."
Wen Zheye felt him coming closer and placed a light kiss on the corner of his mouth. He didn't hide.
Injuries that occur after a few years are not so easy to heal. But the days are still going on, take your time.
Intention: Love is a broken bone, but it is still willing to bend down and pick it up