I met you, and I remember you.
This city was made for falling in love, and you were made for my soul.
Marguerite Duras
From France to China, from south to north, two parallel destinies converged because of a deliberately concealed truth.
A news report told Su Cen that the man had a financial empire of his own, vast as an abyss and impossible to approach.
He was gentle as jade, yet harbored hidden intentions.
He loved silence and made his home in the dark.
But why did he always happen to be by her side when she was at her most wretched, repeatedly cleaning up her messes and pulling her from darkness into the light?
When she retreated one step, he came ten steps closer.
When she retreated three steps, he simply drew a line around her and kept her trapped inside, enjoying every moment of it.
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Later, the cold wind cut sharply, and the chill pierced to the bone.
The Su family was destroyed overnight, drawing the attention of the whole city and causing an enormous uproar.
She had thought meeting him was a salvation, a chance to be reborn, but she never expected it to be the beginning of another catastrophe.
Su Cen had figured out why that man had approached her, but she did not know their reunion had been an accident.
And so was his choice of her.
When we were young, you filled my eyes, my heart, and my whole being. For you, I would gladly flee the entire world. Later, we met again in a foreign land. By then, Su Cen was a celebrated young pianist, and her performance of "Winter Love Song" had taken the world by storm.
Ji Sishen was still devastatingly handsome. He possessively drew her into his arms, his deep eyes narrowing dangerously. "Miss Su, I came to fulfill my promise."
Su Cen smiled. "What promise?"
"Winter Love Song. But I fell in love with you."
"My promise to you was to say, 'I love you,' even if it came too late..."
