The light she pushed away with her own hands became the only signal for help seven years later.
On the eve of the freshman year, Wen Nianchu dropped his camera due to a sudden glance. Under the spotlight, Shen Qingyue, an architecture genius who was as cold as the moon, picked up the lens cap and said, "If it breaks, I'll apologize." A cold word disrupted Wen Nianchu's entire youth. She approached awkwardly, exchanged a cup of cheap instant coffee for her senior's words of "a little sweet", and secretly hid a smile and cheers in the core of the graduation model. She thought it was tacit warmth.
On the eve of graduation, it rained heavily. Wen Nianchu witnessed Shen's father kneeling in the mud and begged desperately, heard the death threats from "Xincheng" thugs on the phone, and watched the light in Shen Qingyue's eyes being crushed by the huge debt. A cold "Forget it, don't come here" is Shen Qingyue's last protection, and it is also the knot and resentment that Wen Nian has been unable to resolve for the past seven years.
We met again seven years later. Wen Nianchu was the hard-working project editor, while Shen Qingyue had become a ruthless upstart in the capital circle. In the conference room of the publishing house, Shen Qingyue cut off cooperation in public, saying "Miss Wen, long time no see" and grinding the past into dust. Wen Nianchu's rude questioning only resulted in further humiliation and expulsion.
When everyone thinks that a broken mirror is hard to mend——
Late at night, a distress call from Shen Qingyue tore through the rain. Her painful gasps on the verge of death were instructions Wen Nianchu could not resist. Breaking into the apartment, sending first aid, and keeping watch all night... What I got in exchange was the more piercing "medical bill settlement" and "please leave" on the hospital bed.
When her heart was filled with despair, an anonymous flash message revealed the hidden truth: the simple smiley face Wen Nianchu drew on the USB flash drive for her graduation project seven years ago was actually treasured by Shen Qingyue in the core load-bearing structure of the model, becoming the secret starlight she had never said in her dark years.
However, beneath the cold embers lies an unquenched crisis. The truth behind Shen Qingyue's disappearance - the 38 million usury loan signed by his father, the "Xincheng" Group that is like a gangrene on the bones - is opening its mouth wide open. When Wen Nianchu grasped the evidence to overturn the case, the butcher's knife of "Xincheng" was already placed on her best friend's neck. Abandoned garbage dump, cold knife to throat, life hanging by a thread.
This time, can Shen Qingyue, who has pushed away the whole world, get ahead of the bullets and regain the light she banished seven years ago?
When the blood-stained back alleys return to deathly silence, can the door of the heart that has been dusted for seven years be knocked again by the truth and protection that is at stake?
Concept: She and her seventh rain