Entwined in a Spring Night's Kiss

[Older man, both leads are each other's only partners. The aloof beauty falls from her pedestal.]

In the summer of 2021, Jiang Tan met Zhou Yinghuai for the first time.

The man seized her wrist and pulled her into a shady corner. “Jiang Tan, the shortcut is right here. Are you going to take it?”

Jiang Tan looked up at him.

Jiang Tan loved Zhou Yinghuai. She loved his cool, refined features and his faint, detached smile. She loved how he was always calm and never let himself be moved. But this wasn't the heartfelt anguish of two innocent lovers. It was an unspoken exchange.

And yet Jiang Tan was the one who broke the rules and chose to fall for him. Snow piled on her shoulders, her voice desolate as the winter sky. “Zhou Yinghuai, don't just like me. Love me.”

The man's expression was cool and indifferent. Rarely, he answered seriously, “Tantan, I don't have that in me.”

She left on a snowy night. Zhou Yinghuai said not a word to stop her, but the lights stayed on all night.

In the summer of 2023, Jiang Tan's start-up was beginning to take shape, while the formerly low-key man attended all kinds of conferences, dominating the headlines with his illustrious wealth and irresistible looks.

Jiang Tan looked at the beauty mark beneath his eye, tapped the screen with her fingertip, and felt her heart tighten.

They met again at a conference table as strangers. Jiang Tan faced off against his subordinates and was forced to retreat at every turn. The man sat at the head of the table, watching coldly.

When the meeting ended, Jiang Tan gritted her teeth as she packed up. Zhou Yinghuai raised his eyes slightly, his tone even. “Jiang Tan, it's been a long time.”

Jiang Tan walked away without looking back.

At last, amid the glittering revelry of night at Yangshan Port, Jiang Tan stood drunk in a corner. Zhou Yinghuai approached nonchalantly with a cigarette between his lips, carrying her high heels.

In front of everyone, the most indifferent man bent down to put her shoes on.

Her voice caught in her throat. “Zhou Yinghuai, you don't love me. Why do you keep appearing in my dreams?”

His gaze darkened. After a long pause, he said softly, “Tantan, then let me set off fireworks in your dream to make it up to you.”

I've tried everything in this world you told me about. I still only like you.

I will beg her to come back. I will ask her to love me.

Utterly composed, hopelessly obsessed