[Radiant, headstrong world-class violinist × reserved, aloof chairman of a tech conglomerate (formerly a piano prodigy)]
The name Cheng Yanru once shone brightly before Wen Jinghui.
But when she was fifteen, the goal she'd been striving toward suddenly disappeared. The pain of being left behind, mixed with shock, heartbreak, and resentment, became a tangle of emotions she had nowhere to express and no way to resolve. Time buried them deep, turning them into her most secret burden.
Nine years later, Wen Jinghui returned to China for a concert tour and finally saw Cheng Yanru again. But that person had changed her name and identity. Immaculate in her suit, her expression cool and distant, she said, “I've heard so much about you.”
Wen Jinghui studied her for a few seconds, then smiled.
It didn't matter.
Most things in life could be won through hard work. Whatever she wanted, she had always made sure to get.
*
People always praised Cen Chi for her good fortune. In just a few short years, the Jingxu Group logo had come to shine across the city skyline.
No one knew the life she'd buried. She'd changed her name and identity, and never touched music again.
If she didn't bring up the past, then surely it could stay in the past.
But Wen Jinghui had appeared before her again. Every time Cen Chi took a step back, Wen Jinghui took a step forward, determined to reach her.
Wen Jinghui had once been at the center of every future Cen Chi imagined as a girl. She was a past Cen Chi could neither forget nor touch, and time had never been a cure-all.
Cen Chi could neither move forward nor retreat. At last, she could no longer lie to herself: what she wanted was never to forget. She wanted this person to be part of every plan she made for the future.
*
May the years turn and the world grow restless, yet may we hold fast to this tune for all our lives, our hearts unchanged through the coldest winter.
Theme: Loss is not the end. Life can begin again.
