They say every man has a white moonlight in his life: a gentle, lovely woman who sweetens all his memories of youth. But why the hell was Su Rongcheng’s a black moonlight? From the time he was five, she brought thunder and rain to his sky, leaving the rest of his life dark and miserable... Memories? Ha! How much do memories cost per pound? I’ll pay you. Why don’t you sell them all to me?
Grandma: Wanwan, do you remember Su Rongcheng? He’s back from abroad!
Xin Wan: Who’s Su Rongcheng?
Grandma: The eldest son of the Su family, the boy you used to bully all the time when you were little.
Xin Wan: Oh, that crybaby...
Once upon a time, there was a crybaby. Then he grew up...
Later, I finally understood: the one I feared was you, the one who annoyed me was you, the one I hated was you, and the one I couldn’t live without was also you. From the very beginning, you had filled every gap in my life. Every memory was of you.
