1
The damp, cold winds of February in Jiangcheng have blown through seven years of spring and autumn.
At seventeen, in a snow-covered corridor, he reached out to pursue a brazen, one-sided love. He tricked her into thinking they were headed the same way, kept her company through years of evening breezes, and hid his restrained affection from their youth.
They parted hurriedly in their final year of high school, separated by an ocean. There was no goodbye, no explanation, only a permanently gray profile picture and rumors about her spreading through the city.
2
She spent seven years trapped in a small town, convinced that he had a bright future ahead and had cast her aside like trash. She never mentioned his name.
No one knew that during those seven years, his family had fallen apart and his loved ones had died. He had shouldered billions in debt alone, endured countless stomach ulcers and perforations, and spent night after sleepless night struggling through it all.
He returned to Jiangcheng anonymously several times, never daring to show himself. He could only watch from afar, from street corners, school gates, and beneath her apartment building, making sure she was safe and well.
3
On Valentine's Day at twenty-six, he returned from across the mountains and seas, searching for one person and hoping to fulfill the promise they had made when they were young.
She coldly drew a line between them.
