When they first met, she was seven years old and he was twelve, when they were young and as beautiful as flowers. She is cheerful, simple, cute and charming; he is outgoing and sunny, as gentle as jade. She sweetly called her brother, and he said, would it be good to be his bride?
His big hand took her small palm and became an indispensable part of her life. For ten years, he pampered her like a princess. She fantasizes about being his little wife, a little life that everyone in the world would envy. In an instant, he disappears into the sea of people like evaporating, leaving her like an abandoned wife. She hates, she hates deeply; she loves, she loves deeply.
Four years later, we meet again. The man in front of him is cold and arrogant, while the woman in front of him is beautiful and stubborn. She hated him for leaving, but he only said that he would spend the rest of his life making up for it.
Fate plays a trick, she said that she had only loved twice in her life, one man was warm and the other was domineering; he said that he only loved one person in his life, that girl was cute and beautiful, and that woman grew up strong.
They have become the kind of people they never imagined, but they still love each other deeply and sincerely.