Ning Shiwei got into a car accident at the age of twenty-three.
When she opened her eyes again, it was a dark night filled with wind and snow. The heavy snowfall blurred the street, and everything around her felt both familiar and strange.
Dazed, she walked forward. After a few steps, something nearby caught her attention.
A man sat woodenly on the stone steps, like a puppet. A bouquet of roses lay beside him, and the cigarette in his hand burned on its own. The wind snapped off the ash and scattered it on the ground.
The roses stood out vividly against the snowy night, so Ning Shiwei walked over, curious.
The seated man's eyes were vacant, as if his soul had left his body. He hadn't noticed her at all. Seeing this, Ning Shiwei kicked the tip of his shoe in irritation. "Hey, Ming He. What are you doing sitting here? Got a new haircut?"
The man remained motionless for a few seconds, as though he hadn't heard her. Then he slowly lifted his face. His pale features nearly blended into the snow, but his deep-set gaze was like steel nails tempered in fire.
When he continued to ignore her, Ning Shiwei pouted. Their relationship had turned icy after she got married, so it was only natural that he wouldn't respond.
She refused to back down and commented on his new hairstyle again. "It's really ugly." Then she turned and left.
Her figure grew more and more distant.
Ming He watched her without moving, never even blinking.
He was afraid that if he blinked, she would disappear.
All he wanted was for this dream to last a little longer.
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Ever since the second son took over the Ming family's Shengshan Group, the employees had been complaining nonstop.
But recently, the cold and ruthless workaholic had been acting strangely. Not only did he leave work right on time, he also wore a strange smile every day.
"He must be dating someone," Employee 1 said.
Employee 2 shook her head. "If he were dating someone, he'd have to go on dates, right? But Secretary Fan says the boss goes straight home every day after work! So my guess is..." She lowered her voice and declared with conviction, "He's keeping a lover hidden away!"
That evening,
Ming He returned home to find a filthy secondhand silver motorcycle parked in the middle of the living room.
"Well? I just bought it!" Ning Shiwei walked over from the sofa, looking defiant. She hoped this difficult germaphobe would argue with her like he used to. "You don't like it? Too bad, secondhand vehicles can't be returned."
Ming He stared at her for a few seconds. "That model also comes in red. It's really nice. Why didn't you buy that one too?"
Ning Shiwei: …
"As long as it makes you happy, you can do whatever you want from now on," Ming He said, as her expression crumbled.
Anything she wanted? Ning Shiwei hesitated. "Even if I ask you to warm my bed?"
Ming He didn't say a word. He turned and walked away.
Ning Shiwei: "Where are you going?"
Ming He: "To wash up and wait for you in bed."
"..." Ning Shiwei: He really does seem to have lost his mind lately.
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One day, a mutual friend of Ming He and Ning Shiwei drove past a long street and saw Ming He sitting dazed on the stone steps. A bouquet of red roses still lay beside him. "Damn, you two really were close! Her household registration has been canceled, and her husband has remarried! You're the only one still coming here every day to pay your respects."
At that, Ming He looked at him coldly. "She's only missing. I'm not here to pay my respects." Then his voice softened. "I'm here to confess my love..."
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A fiery, temperamental childhood sweetheart x a gloomy childhood friend who used to be cold as a chicken but is now shamelessly flirtatious
One true pairing / one-on-one / The heroine really was legally married before, but that man is just a minor character and she has no feelings for him.
Time travel / Childhood friends / Mutual pining / After the heroine travels to the future, she ends her marriage to her former husband.
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