Three years ago.
It was Song Jinglan's birthday, but Jiang Zhao was three hours late.
He said two words in a fit of anger: break up the relationship.
Song Jinglan regretted it, but his pride prevented him from bowing his head first.
Anyway, Jiang Zhao had been pampered with him since he was a child, and most of all, he indulged his young master's temper. He was accustomed to waiting for people to come to admit his mistakes and coax him.
As a result, no one expected that the Cold War would last for three years, and since then, there has been no news from all over the world.
Three years later.
On New Year's Eve, Jiang Zhao suddenly returned to Nan'an, and the villa that had been vacant for three years turned on the lights for the first time.
Song Jinglan came to deliver the New Year's Eve dinner angrily.
Unexpectedly.
The man he hadn't seen for three years was in a mess, with red eyes and a hoarse voice, and said to him: Song Jinglan, I have no family anymore.
Intention: The youthful spirit can illuminate the moon and embrace the stars.