Fifteen years ago, in the slums on a midsummer night, the girl Zhong Siwei knocked on the rusty iron door opposite. The handsome but stubborn young man leaned out, his eyes cold and guarded.
"What to do?" Ji Chunshan asked indifferently.
Zhong Siwei smiled innocently and handed out a few candles with both hands: "Brother Chunshan, you just moved here, don't you know, there are frequent power outages in this area, I'm here to bring you candles."
As a result, she became the only light in his gloomy adolescence. For many years after that, they became close friends, lovers, and fellow travelers who vowed to walk out of the slums together.
It's just that life took a wrong path. A few years later, one flew to the distant and unfamiliar Los Angeles, and the other disappeared into the crowd and was never heard from again. The vows made at a young age are like the wind passing through the sand dunes, nowhere to be found.
When we meet again, he is the heir to a tens of billions group, but she is still wandering in a village in the city, with an old TV with a malfunctioning remote control, an air conditioner that leaks all year round, a washing machine that trembles when working, and a room that is as cold and silent as a snow cave.
Everything revealed that she had not had a good life these past few years. The bright and free-spirited girl in her memory was no longer innocent. She hugged him pretentiously and said: "Brother Chunshan, you still like me, right? Then, I will sleep with you, and you can give me a suite!"
The blood in Ji Chunshan's body turned into ice at that moment. It turned out that she would rather commit suicide than be with him anymore. He had no choice but to take a step back and continue to be by her side as a close friend.
Until a few months later, still in that rental house, he pulled out a suit jacket from her bed that he had thrown away long ago.
"Siwei, do you sleep with it in your arms every night!" His eyes were red, he grabbed her arm and asked like crazy: "Tell me, why do you sleep with it in your arms?"
"I mean, you can just hug me."
"Siwei, hold me tight."
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1. A kind-hearted, tough and naughty woman vs. An action-oriented man who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside
2. Childhood sweethearts, reunited after broken mirrors, two pure lovers
3. The heroine's design may not be perfect, but she must be vivid, tough and powerful enough~
Intention: For you, love the world again
