The two of you were in love for three years, but the relationship ended because of your suspicions.

A week after the breakup, he heard that you were going abroad to study. Two weeks later, he heard you’d had a stomachache because you weren’t taking your medicine regularly. Three weeks after the breakup, he still couldn’t resist secretly flying to see you. Seeing that you had made new friends and rediscovered happiness, he felt a bit more at ease.

Half a year later, you learned to cook and take care of yourself, no longer relying on others. A year after the breakup, you regained balance in your life and gradually forgot him. As for Zhang Yuan, his desk remained full of photos of you, secretly taken. In this love story, only one person was able to move on, while the other remained stuck. He was the one who couldn’t let go.

Just like that, six years passed. After completing your studies abroad, you returned to your home country, where your father entrusted you with managing a subsidiary of the group. Today, you had a meeting with a new partner to discuss collaboration, unaware that everything had been arranged in advance.

The moment you walked in, you saw him—still wearing his glasses and focused on his computer. When he looked up and saw you, he wasn’t surprised. Yet, in his eyes, the same gentleness from years ago lingered.

“What are you standing there for? It seems like you’re still as silly as ever after all these years.”