Hold a Knife

Chen Ying, a general surgeon, Ph. D. She could cut open any lesion on the operating table, but she couldn't cut through this man's heart. Yuan Mo was born into a top wealthy family in City A. He was a cold and distant man who spoke harsh and harsh words. Hidden in the abandoned underground passage on a rainy night was a man who had recovered from his trauma. He drank himself to the point of pancreatitis for work. He secretly remembered her preferences and details, went to the stores she visited, and taught her about worldliness, investment and financial management, but he never looked back for her. They were very similar people. She understood his fragile heart under his tough shell, she had looked up to him, and she had been willing to be used by him. But after all, she is not the moon that revolves around anyone. She found herself again in the sunrise on the top of the mountain. She began to have her own gravity. She no longer waited for him to look back - she chose to move forward. When she finally stood eye level with him. She no longer needed his approval and no longer feared his silence. And he finally followed her footsteps and learned to feel life. What she holds is not the knife, but her own destiny.