She had a crush on Jiang Sheng. One summer night, trembling and still streaked with blood, she knocked on his door and confessed. He told her, “I have a girlfriend.”
She left, deleted everyone, and vanished for seven years.
When they met again, she was a heavily made-up woman sweeping up after a drug bust, and he was the deputy squad leader arresting people. She pretended not to know him. He stared at her. “Lin Muyu.”
He took her in, and she paid her rent by cooking. As he ate the hometown dishes she made, he found himself wanting to get home earlier each day.
Then his ex-girlfriend showed up, forcing her to leave again.
They met once more on the Yunnan border. His undercover operation had gone wrong, and he was slumped against a wall, covered in mud and water. She crashed into his arms, clutching a bag of jadeite, and immediately yelled at him for damaging her goods.
Leaning against the wall, disheveled from head to toe, he reached out and touched her face.
“You really are my lucky charm.”
Ever since she knocked on that door seven years ago, he had never stood a chance.
She resented spring, and she resented him, but she never once looked back.
Theme: Always keep looking ahead
