At a company dinner, my high heels got stuck in the carpet.
The man who helped me pull out the heels of my shoes burned his fingertips to the point where my ankles trembled.
He smiled and said, "My name is Gu Yunshen."
The next day, the financial headlines carried the news that he had acquired our company—the new head of the Gu Group.
As I was shivering and shredding my resignation letter, the secretary's intercom rang: "Director Xu, Mr. Gu invites you to go to his office."
Opening the door, he was playing with the pearl earrings I had left behind: "Miss Xu, we meet again."
Later, the company caught fire, and he rushed into the fire scene and took me out of my coma.
Beside the hospital bed, I asked hoarsely: "Why take the risk?"
He rubbed the burn scar on my wrist: "Ten years ago, there was a fire in the orphanage. There was a girl who saved me like this."
>"She has a red mole behind her right ear... Just like you."
Intention: The fire burns the past, and the bonds are reborn - in the ashes of hatred and kindness, the glimmer of human redemption shines.