Waiting for the Wind

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[This Story]

[Reunion after years apart / Long-planned pursuit / Mutual healing / Slow-burn tension]

[Wild, loyal puppy: rising AI developer in Beijing's elite circles X Broken, determined, cool oil painter]

As a girl, Tong Luo was blind and mute. At the depths of her pain and despair, a warm, sunny boy appeared. When they first met, he pulled the thorns off a rose frozen stiff and placed it in her hand. After that, he stayed by her side every day.

In those broken, wretched days, the two clung to each other and promised to stay together for life. Their youthful vows were pure and sincere, but fate had other plans, and they were separated in a terrible rush. Tong Luo was left knowing only one character of his name: Feng.

She was determined to find him, no matter what it cost. Even if they rarely got to meet, she only wanted to see him safe and well.

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Seven years later, at a charity gala, Tong Luo met a rich playboy dressed head to toe in luxury brands. People said he seemed like a flirt, but was actually a romantic. Everything he wore was something his ex-girlfriend had liked. He couldn't let her go after they broke up, so he kept dressing the way she liked.

That day, the young master paid a staggering price for her painting. She didn't care, until she learned his name was Bo Feng. She had sworn that no matter how different someone seemed, she would never overlook anyone with Feng in their name.

She spent months playing an ambiguous game with him, yet still couldn't figure him out. She was thinking of calling it quits when Bo Feng suddenly proposed marriage. After careful consideration, she agreed. A marriage between their families, with both sides getting what they needed. It didn't matter that he loved someone else, because she still needed to keep searching for Feng.

But Bo Feng astonishingly gave her half his fortune as a wedding gift before they married. He said, "Even if we get divorced someday, it'll be something you can rely on."

Tong Luo had always thought it was because she looked like the woman he loved, the one he couldn't forget, and that he had transferred all his love for her onto Tong Luo.

Until one night after their wedding, half asleep, she felt the man beside her press a restrained kiss to the corner of her lips. Like a big dog who had been hurt terribly, he asked her over and over:

"Big sister, why did you leave me back then?"

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A story of mutual healing. 07.12/08.02/08.21/9.19

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[Warm Cocoon]

[Second male lead becomes the male lead / Healing and redemption / Slow-burn tension]

[Sickly, brooding Beijing power player X Passionate, resolute freelance photographer]

Wen Zhirun was a freelance photographer who specialized in landscape film photography. Later, she entered the entertainment industry for one person. They had been high school classmates and started dating after graduation. She took his first promotional photos, and every viral photo that landed him on the trending list afterward was her work.

After he became famous, paparazzi caught them on a date. She thought they could finally go public, but all she got was: "Let's break up."

She held back her heartache and readily agreed. Her love was open and honest, and she had no regrets.

In truth, signs that their love was fading had appeared long ago. She refused to admit it, holding it all in and growing increasingly unhappy. During those days when she needed alcohol to drown her sorrows, she met someone.

He was her high school classmate, Cen Jingbei, a transfer student. She remembered that he was always getting sick and ending up in the hospital back then. But he was so handsome that plenty of people were after him. He had been quite the sensation, nothing like the down-and-out man he was now.

He asked how things had been going lately.

She said her relationship was about to fall apart, and the housekeeper at home was gone too.

Cen Jingbei suddenly handed her a file about domestic help.

It said he could sing opera, was skilled in all the major regional cuisines, and had one special skill: developing film.

The additional terms were that he wanted food and lodging.

Wen Zhirun looked at the file, which was practically tailor-made for her.

My friend, you can start work tomorrow. You can live at my place for free.

On the day she broke up with her scumbag boyfriend, Wen Zhirun came home to find Cen Jingbei cooking for her. Wearing an apron, he asked only, "What's wrong?" She threw her arms around him and cried until she lost all sense of time.

She cried until she fell asleep.

At last, the man who had been pretending to be a little white rabbit revealed the proud, noble bearing he had once worn. He gently stroked her hair and carried her to bed.

"Wen Zhirun, you have such a cruel heart, making me watch you cry over another man for so long."

Then he kissed her slender fingertips, almost reverently.

"How many more years do I have to wait before you'll look up and see me?"

Theme: Walk hand in hand with the one you love and embrace the best version of yourself.