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Zheng Qingluo lost her memory. Only one fragment remained in her mind: she saw someone stumble over, pick up her injured self, and tremble with fear and unease. She couldn't make out his face or hear his voice. All she could remember was a distinct fragrance on him.

People around her told Zheng Qingluo that she had loved Chen Yubai since childhood. She thought the person in her memory must be Chen Yubai, even though he didn't have that fragrance.

She tried her hardest to be good to Chen Yubai, always there whenever he called and attentive to his every need. Even though he was always cool toward her, she didn't mind. She thought he loved her, but just wasn't good at expressing it.

Until that woman appeared.

Chen Yubai was usually calm and composed, but the moment he caught sight of that woman, he abandoned a board meeting halfway through and chased after her like a madman. His eyes, so cold when he looked at Zheng Qingluo, burned with an intensity and frenzy she had never seen before when he looked at the other woman. At that moment, Zheng Qingluo's faith in him crumbled.

Xu Yanzhou was a friend of Chen Yubai's uncle, only a few years older than her, yet by seniority she had to call him Uncle Xu.

He always wore black, meticulously buttoned up to the very top, and habitually held a string of Buddhist prayer beads. His handsome face had grown calm and detached with experience, and he possessed the easygoing air of a practitioner, yet his every gesture carried the lofty bearing of a powerful man who had entered the world.

The day Zheng Qingluo's love for Chen Yubai crumbled, she was so devastated and dazed that she stumbled into someone's arms.

The soft fabric of his clothes came with a familiar, distinctive fragrance: the only scent she could remember from her past.

She looked up into a pair of unfathomable eyes. His hand, which held the prayer beads, steadied her by the waist. His calm expression and tense fingers revealed his restraint, though his voice held the concern of an elder. "Careful. Don't fall."

Later, Chen Yubai couldn't hold back and called Zheng Qingluo late at night, but a man answered.

"Who are you?" Chen Yubai demanded angrily.

The man stroked the sleeping girl in his arms and replied coolly, "By seniority, you should call me Uncle."

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