Lin Muyu will always remember the day she moved into Su's house. The light in the young man's eyes burned her soul that shrank in the shadows.
"Lin Muyu, you can't escape." He held her trembling shoulders, and the temperature in his palms was as hot as the chirping of cicadas in midsummer.
When protection turns into shackles, when the heartbeat encounters secular judgment, the angry slaps of the Su family's parents shatter the budding love. Lin Muyu drags his suitcase and flees to a foreign country, but he does not notice the young man's figure blurred by the rain curtain when he chases him to the airport.
Reunited seven years later, she, who was already an elite investment banker, looked into the eyes of the upstart technology entrepreneur. The wedding ring between his fingers stung her eyes: "Ms. Lin, my algorithm can calculate all risks, but it cannot calculate how to forget you when you were seventeen."
Motto: Every old scar blooms into a rose when we meet again