Yan Shu will never forget the scene when he first met Jiang Jin. The design drafts were scattered on the ground, and a pair of slender and warm hands were in front of him. Yan Shu looked up at Jiang Jin, like a most pious sunflower looking up at its own sun. Without a name or a class, Yan Shu just waited on this corridor day after day for Jiang Jin's arrival.
Yuye Jue, Yan Shu could no longer dance because of the car accident, she hated her, but Jiang Jue, even if I couldn't let go, at least I was generous when we separated.
He is her long-awaited husband, and she is his lifelong lover.
"Yan Xiaoshu, you said that as long as it's me, it'll be fine."
"Jiang Jin, even if I don't let you go voluntarily, I don't want to be a stumbling block for you."