The first time Xia Zhiyi met Jiang Xubai was on Ginkgo Avenue in University A.
He was wearing a black short-sleeved shirt that had been washed white, and the side of his face was cut sharply by the September sun. When he walked past her, he didn't even stop.
She stood there, holding the registration guide in her hand, her heart beating incredibly fast.
——Later she chased him for three months.
Delivering lunch boxes to him, working part-time with him until late at night, and skipping school to take care of him when he broke his leg. Everyone said that Jiang Xubai was a piece of ice that couldn't be heated, but she insisted on giving it a try.
"A person like me may not be able to give you the life you want."
"I only want you."
In her junior year, she held a photography exhibition called "My Boy", and he was in every photo.
She thought they would go on like this.
Until the day of graduation, his father was taken away and the family collapsed overnight. She was forced onto a plane to the United States, her phone was thrown away, and she didn't even have time to say "goodbye."
Jiang Xubai waited for her for three years.
In three years, he went from a newcomer to the investment bank to the youngest director, and became a well-known cold-faced king of hell in the industry. Everyone thought he would not be tempted again.
Until one afternoon, he pushed open the door of the conference room——
The proposal team of "VISION" magazine sat across the long table. The female photographer leading the team raised her head, her almond-shaped eyes were exactly the same as three years ago.
Jiang Xubai's hand while flipping through the plan stopped on that page of samples.
——She took the photo.
He raised his head, tightened his fingertips on the paper, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Xia Zhiyi, long time no see."
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Later, someone asked him how he survived the accident three years ago.
Jiang Xubai said nothing and took out a photography album from the drawer.
There is only one line of small words on the cover: Warm.
——That was the signature she used for three years in the United States.
It was also the only thing in his life that he dared not finish reading.
Intention: The real redemption is not about who saves the other, but when two broken people choose to walk towards each other again.