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Ruan Yu saw Zhou Ciqing at a charity gala once again.
He was just as he had been three years ago: every bit as polished, still surrounded by admirers, as if he were the powerful family patriarch he had once been.
Who could tell that her former fiancé had spent three years in prison?
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One night, in the early hours of the morning, she came home late and found the door to her neighbor's apartment standing wide open. Small white pills were scattered messily across the dim entryway.
She caught a glimpse of Zhou Ciqing at his most wretched. At the far end of the darkness, he sat helplessly on the floor, his hands trembling as he gave himself an injection for the pain.
She suddenly remembered what he had once told her: "While you were suffering, I was also paying for my sins."
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Some time later, she woke up in Zhou Ciqing's bed after a night of heavy drinking. An unfamiliar incense scent hung in the room.
"Did you change your incense? I've never smelled this before."
"It's called jialan." Zhou Ciqing handed her a piece of wood about the size of his palm. "Only when agarwood breaks apart from within and is transformed can it become the most precious jialan."
Just like their love.
Theme: It is through years of refinement that something becomes precious
