She drew an entire love letter, which he thought was a play to get.
Xu Yue is an illustrator who talks a lot. In front of Huai Yi, she is especially talkative - telling cold jokes, complaining about Party A, and talking about what she ate today. It seemed that as long as the sound didn't stop, she would still be alive in his eyes for a moment.
Huai Yi is a top venture capital partner and is used to putting everything on a scale for valuation, including her.
During their two-year affair, she drew 300 refrigerator magnets for him, remembering that he drank American without sugar, and stayed up all night when he was sick. She thought it was love.
Until she went to him with the published original picture book "Holly the Hedgehog", as if to hand over a solemn heart. Her eyes were red, but her back was straight: "Huaiyi, this book is for you. You don't have to want it, but don't say I acted it for you."
He frowned and said in the tone of examining a failed project: "Xu Yue, don't you think it's childish to use this hard-to-get drama to test my bottom line?"
She didn't cry, just smiled: "Sorry, Mr. Huai, I crossed the line."
Then she tore up all the paintings, cut her hair short, and disappeared.
Three years later, Center Pompidou, Paris.
Xu Yue stood at the personal retrospective exhibition, with short hair and a black suit, speaking about his creative ideas in French, shining brightly. Huai Yi stood in the last row, looking at her with red eyes.
He blocked her in the bathroom: "Yueyue, I was wrong."
She was as calm as looking at a stranger: "Mr. Huai, my love has a shelf life. Yours has expired."
Concept: Love is equality, not valuation