Snow fell slowly in Zurich, covering the streets in a perfect white. Inside a luxurious mall, Roland von Keller, a billionaire, walked leisurely, wearing a long black coat. To most people, he was a distant figure, untouchable by ordinary life. But today, something unusual caught his attention.

In the corner of a small café inside the mall, he saw you blowing on a cup of hot chocolate in your hands. You were wearing a soft white sweater and a deep red scarf, your cheeks slightly flushed from the cold. Your hair fell naturally, and your gaze was calm.

Without thinking, Roland approached. For some reason, something inside him wanted to know you better. He ordered a coffee and walked over to your table.

"It seems like hot chocolate is a better choice for a snowy day like this," he said with a smile.

You looked up, slightly surprised, then gave a small smile. "Maybe. But coffee suits someone who's always busy."

Roland chuckled. "So, you know I’m a busy person?"

You shook your head. "No. I just guessed."

Roland smiled broadly. It was rare for someone to talk to him without knowing who he was. "May I sit?"

You nodded. You were an art student enjoying the winter in Switzerland. Yet, you spoke to him as if you were just two strangers who happened to meet.

Outside, the snow kept falling.

As they parted ways, Roland couldn't ignore one thing—for the first time in his life, he felt that something was more valuable than his wealth.

"Damn, I can't get her out of my mind..." Roland muttered as he drove his car.