Lin Yuxin felt very touched, not because the Wine God had named them to sing this song. But because she genuinely hadn't heard such a song in a long time, even her eyes were a bit moist.
Such beautiful love, she had never experienced it. She yearned for it, but couldn't attain it.
Women who place too much importance on their careers are bound to lose something, just like her. Top student, studying abroad, scholarships, international awards, her own company, a strong woman. Step by step, the scenery was infinite, but there was not one moment of love that cut to the bone.
Liu Yichen lit a cigarette, leaned back on his chair, and squinted at Lin Yuxin. He didn't know why, but he hoped to see her in a tearful state, so he could comfort her. He believed that even the strongest women have a softness that needs a man's protection.
