It Doesn't Have to Be Perfect [Mending a Broken Relationship]

As a domineering CEO, what storms hasn't Li Yiheng weathered?

He's made his way effortlessly through the world of fame and fortune, and he's so handsome and debonair that he has few rivals.

So he very much wants to spend his life in a haze of wine, women, and wild adventures.

But...

When first loves meet again, old resentments flare.

Li Yiheng: "Did I burn your house down in my past life or something?"

Zhong Ling: "Oh, did I kill your whole family in this life?"

Perhaps the most thrilling thing about reuniting with an old flame is having an endless list of old scores to settle. The two of them keep trying to even things up, but never reach a conclusion.

Later, Li Yiheng suffers a brain injury. The hospital is packed from top to bottom, with lights blazing and crowds surging. He wakes up, his gaze passing through all the commotion, and slowly waves to her. The first thing he says is the same thing he said when he was seventeen: "Zhong Ling, come here. I brought you breakfast."

For all these years, Zhong Ling has thought her life was on hard mode, and that Li Yiheng had never cherished her.

But all these years, Li Yiheng has had only one requirement in love: it has to be her.

Both pure, bittersweet, push and pull, too stubborn to admit it, long-winded.

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Jiang Lin never imagined anyone could be so perfectly in sync with him.

The way she looked while acting, the way they played off each other in a scene, even the angle she chose when she cried in front of him.

Every single thing about her was exactly what he liked.

Jiang Lin's heart skips a beat.

His first instinct is to keep his distance.

After rehearsing the scene, Jiang Lin returns to his trailer ahead of her. Just as he's about to close the door, a shadow falls over him.

Her fragrance flows from the tip of his nose straight to his heart.

The sky darkens, and the wind whirls dead leaves around.

He looks up. Her eyes are clouded with drink.

She reaches up and catches his tie, then winds it around her wrist, tightening it slightly. Their breaths mingle:

"You're avoiding me."

"Tell me, what are you avoiding?"

She counts the beats, stepping on his shadow. Each step covers all of Jiang Lin's location changes over the past five years. When he heads northwest to face the sandstorms, she watches the clouds from a spot one kilometer from his coordinates. When he travels to the polar regions to film in the snow, she listens to the wind at the same longitude.

When you're trying to hook someone, don't rush.

A hunter knows when to draw in and when to let go.

So much time has passed that she thinks Jiang Lin will never make a move again.

Then a sudden downpour strikes, with lightning and thunder. Yang Mingshu calls for room service.

When she opens the door, a male attendant stands respectfully to one side. Further away is Jiang Lin, who has rushed over through the rain, his eyes dark with turbulent emotion.

He walks toward her step by step, his gaze heavy and his voice hoarse. "If you don't come to me, are you going to someone else?"

"Yang Mingshu, you can't treat me like this."

Theme: Cherish the present, with no regrets or remorse.