An Jing, who has just transferred to another school, just wants to escape from the past.
It just so happened that she was on a winter trip, and she was shooting news material for the campus newspaper, and Xie Yiyun's profile accidentally broke into the camera.
The young man glanced proudly across the crowd and looked at her inadvertently. His lips moved slightly and he ordered her to delete the photo.
She didn't listen.
A secretly photographed side profile photo allowed An Jing to take home the gold medal, but also made An Jing corner her with a proud expression of gratitude.
He pointed to the out-of-focus corner of the winning entry, the blurred profile of himself, his low voice was wild and wanton, and his breath was hot:
"Share me half of the bonus? Or... Add me on WeChat?"
This throb that started with the division of stolen goods made her drown in the whirlpool of innocence, and finally made her feel disheartened and fled in embarrassment.
Five years later, An Jing was forced to become a reporter for Pet Weekly. In order to expose the evil dog farm, she reunited with pet rescue captain Xie Yiyun.
He pretended to be a buyer, with the tips of his dark green hair dyed with frost, to save her from a sharp knife, and his sarcasm was still sharp.
"Reporter from Anda University, are you going to write about the rescue team collecting the body in the headlines tomorrow?"
He turned around and smiled at the rescued dog owner, showing kindness to others without hesitation.
On the night of the celebration banquet after the public controversy, it rained heavily.
An Jing escaped from his world, but bumped into Xie Yiyun who was soaked at the bus stop.
Wet hair hung awkwardly on his forehead, and the expensive watch screamed sharply, which was the scream of his heartbeat that was on the verge of losing control.
Xie Yiyun's fingertips trembled and he brushed the wet hair on her cheek. His voice was hoarse and broken: "You won. I fell into your hands. The world without you is too damn boring..."
Intention: Old scars bloom into flowers of redemption