That year, An Chong remembered only one thing: a letter that had sunk without a trace... One day, the "lost" white envelope slowly drifted down. In the sunlight, it looked just like him. "An Chong, I'm sorry I'm late." It was all right. They had met at the best time in their lives, and could lean against each other as they watched the years go by, still as warm as ever.
A little scene
One day, An Chong was bumped into by a passerby and lurched forward. Just as she thought she was about to fall in an embarrassing heap, both hands seemed to brace against a wall. She pressed against it, then realized something was wrong.
Her gaze shifted to the spot where her hands were resting. She immediately pulled them back, blushing with embarrassment.
Mr. Ye, whose personal space had just been invaded, bent down and leaned toward An Chong's ear, deliberately lowering his voice.
"You touched me, so you'll have to make it up to me."
Cardiologist × young reporter
Ye Suiyi unclasped An Chong's necklace, took out the heart-shaped pink diamond ring, and slipped it onto the young woman's finger.
"I've seen so many hearts, but there's only one person I want. An Chong, will you give me your heart?"
From the moment I saw you again, I knew my heart had no chance of escape.
1. The early part leans toward a school setting.
2. The professional details may be inaccurate. Please forgive me.
