When Jian Luoyu was fifteen, two major things happened to her.
First, the breakfast shop by her school closed.
Second, her family went bankrupt.
When she was sent to stay with her maternal grandmother, her newly dyed hair was still pink.
That same day, she met Zhu Rong.
The man stood in a perfectly tailored suit. Outside, a light rain pattered on the eaves. As the elders chatted through clouds of smoke, the haze blurred his outline, but could not conceal his effortless composure.
Her grandmother told her to call him Uncle.
Jian Luoyu's first thought was: Did her mother know about this?
Before she could entertain that absurd idea any further, the man looked up and fixed his gaze on her, smiling faintly. "Is this Qiong-jie's kid?"
Hearing her mother's name, Jian Luoyu nodded. The unfamiliar form of address curled around her tongue before she managed to say, "Uncle..."
For many years afterward, she could never forget that moment. It seemed as if the light fell only on him, so bright it made her eyes burn.
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The night before she was due to leave the country, Jian Luoyu, emboldened by alcohol, knocked on his door. "My flight is at nine tomorrow morning. Will you come see me off?"
The man was silent for a long time. In the end, he gave her only one word: "Yes."
Seven-year age gap / One-on-one romance / Sweet and devoted / Happy ending
The leads are not related by blood
- 12.2
Premise: Seize every opportunity
