Jing Zhi first met Jiang Zheyan on the battlefield in Rolnia.
He was like a blazing sun, roaming freely across the battlefield. They called him the saintly man in white who snatched people from the jaws of death.
She scoffed. A man who clearly had a death wish.
A few days later, she watched him carry out a flawless rescue in the rough dunes with her own eyes.
Blood stained his white coat. Sweat covered his forehead, and his face behind his glasses was expressionless as he called out the names of medical instruments in a cool, cutting voice.
Jing Zhi suddenly thought the sweat on his face was unbearably sexy.
Years later.
The two ran into each other by chance in an old alley.
Jing Zhi stood outside a shop window, looking with a headache at the Suzhou embroidery clothing boutique, now in a state of decline.
Jiang Zheyan stood at the end of the alley, dressed in white. Time had left no unnecessary marks on his face, lending him a mature charm.
He walked slowly toward her, his lowered eyes as calm as ever. It was as if they had returned to that smoke-filled battlefield years ago, with mountains and seas between them, the past and future overlapping.
As he had at their first meeting, he asked:
"Jing Zhi, are you doing all right?"
[I waited year after year, like a silent streetlamp.
Shining again and again, giving all my life to the light and warmth,
all so that, in some fleeting moment, among the countless passersby,
I might meet you.]
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Before changing careers: [War correspondent x humanitarian aid surgeon]
After changing careers: [Shopkeeper of a struggling Suzhou embroidery clothing boutique x gentle and handsome internist]
*Sweet and clean, mutual pining. More details to come~
(The blurb and title may be revised when I start posting, or they may stay as they are~)
Theme: Face challenges without fear
