Synopsis
When she was young, Su Hao loved Zhou Yang.
She loved his smile, was addicted to his bad-boy charm, and chased after him with all her strength, believing that one day she would move his heart.
Little did she know that Zhou Yang had always watched her coldly as she jumped around in his world.
Forget love—
He never even felt the slightest affection.
—
Later, tempered by life and with time rushing past, Su Hao finally understood: Zhou Yang had never truly looked at her.
Her love had been nothing more than a joke.
Her heart becomes still as water.
She works hard to live well.
Her skirt sways—
free, confident, and at ease.
—
The night is like flowing water. Zhou Yang steps out of his car, staggers forward, and grabs her hand. Under the light, he lowers his head and says,
“Su Hao, look at me.”
Zhou Yang is the kind of man who never lacks women, money, or power.
Carefree and cynical, he once avoided Su Hao’s feelings, watching her struggle from above.
Until one day, he wants to crush her, devour her, force her to turn back—
to have her heart belong to him alone.
