After one wild night in Dali, Wen Jia mistakenly thought Lu Chenyen was just a local tour guide.
But he soon turned out to be her new boss, parachuted in from above, and he doted on her without restraint, lavishing her with affection in public and making the whole city envious.
Wen Jia thought that after all her bad luck, Heaven was finally giving her a little sweetness.
But she never imagined that this sweetness was nothing but a carefully laid scheme, and that she was merely a tool for Lu Chenyen to take revenge on someone else and assuage his obsession.
Wen Jia smiled through the pain and disappeared for good.
Back in her small hometown, she devoted herself to her career, helped her family heal, and at last became her own source of light.
Later, she heard that President Lu had gone mad, searching everywhere for a woman named Wen Jia.
Later still, Lu Chenyen stopped her in the street.
On a freezing night in Quzhou, rain poured down.
The man bowed his head in desperation, his eyes bloodshot. “Jiajia, I was wrong. Please, just look back at me.”
Wen Jia parted her red lips. “Sorry. I don’t know you.”
