When Motiya was at his poorest, he followed Song Yanming for money.
He is the tyrannical boss, twenty years her senior, calm, cold, and in control of everything.
She once thought that this was love, even if it was just the shadow of his white moonlight.
Until the day she became pregnant with his child and gave birth to twins, he arrived late and said coldly:
"Yaya, forget me."
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Seeing each other again, the curtain opens at the Paris Opera House.
Motiya was wearing a pure white dress, standing under the spotlight, and the violin music was sweet and cold.
The man in the audience clenched his hand with the ring on it.
He once thought that she could not live without his protection. Now, the little girl who once relied on him has grown into the moon in the sky.
"Uncle Song," she smiled and raised her eyes, "you are getting old."
His throat tightened, and he reached out to touch her hair, but failed.
"Can we still..."
The former tyrant Song Yanming finally put aside his dignity, but was interrupted by her coldly: "No more."
Intention: to get out of the darkness and regain a new life
