The night before they were to register their marriage, Zhongli Qin was working the night shift at the hospital. Zhao Qi was home alone, sorting through the things they would move to their new house. As he packed Zhongli Qin's bookcase, a photograph fell out of her college anatomy textbook.
On the back of the photograph, a line of familiar handwriting in pen caught his eye.
You were the most dazzling light in my dreary girlhood.
There was only one person Zhongli Qin had ever liked during her entire girlhood. It didn't take a genius to guess whose photo this was. It definitely wasn't his.
Zhao Qi felt a pang of jealousy. Usually, getting her to say "I love you" was like asking her to give up her life, but she could write something so mushy for someone else.
He held back his jealousy, pouted, and reluctantly bent to pick up the photograph from the floor.
"Fireworks are dazzling too, but they're gone after a couple of bursts. Anyway, in the end, you're still mine."
He was just about to sneak out and dispose of the photograph while Zhongli Qin was away when something in the picture caught his eye. He froze.
On a dazzling sunny afternoon, the cool-eyed young man in the photo was curled up in an old wicker chair, asleep with an elderly cat in his arms. The exposed half of his face had been painted with an ugly-as-sin hyena. A quiet warmth flowed through time, wordless yet unwavering.
The person in the photograph wasn't Qi Xiuyan at all. It was him.
Theme: Keep your feet on the ground while gazing at the stars.
Hey, the male protagonist is a gangster.