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Four years ago, Lu Ling fell in love with Wen Songyan so much that he did everything he could. However, when he was most in love, he left without saying goodbye and went to Berlin, with no news from him. She guarded an empty city and waited for him for four whole years. Others advised her to let go, saying that he was callous and that he had already forgotten her. Only Lu Ling refused to believe it. She had been proud and passionate all her life. If she loved him, she would fly to the flame. If she didn't love him, she would break her off. But she couldn't be cruel to him no matter what. Reunited four years later, he became her studio's chief expert. His eyebrows were still cold and his attitude was still distant, as if that unforgettable past had never existed. Everyone thought that she would hate him to the core and kick him out. But no one expected-- Lu Ling, who had been abandoned by him, took the initiative to walk towards him, with a desperate look in his eyes: "Wen Songyan, I won't wait for you anymore, I'll chase you." He raised his eyes indifferently, and his voice was as light as ice: "Lu Ling, don't make trouble." She smiled, but her eyes were red: "I didn't make a fuss. In my life, I have to be you." His body is like an iceberg and his heart is like a deep ocean. She knew that the future was uncertain, but she still had no hesitation. Berlin is thousands of miles away, and the years are long, but they are not as fast as her running towards him step by step. Later, someone asked Wen Songyan what was the furthest thing from Berlin in four years. He looked at the girl sleeping peacefully in his arms and whispered in his throat: "It's not the distance. It's her standing in front of me, but I dare not tell her that I want to do it again more than she does."