Zhong Yi saw Zhou Shiyi again at the afterparty of an art exhibition.
Everything felt like a lifetime ago. He was distant, refined, and elegant—his mere presence stirring a wave of commotion, surrounded instantly like stars orbiting a moon.
She noticed him.
He didn’t see her.
A coworker clung to her arm and whispered excitedly,
“That’s Zhou Shiyi.”
Zhou Shiyi—fourth son of the Zhou family.
A man known for his aloofness and emotional detachment.
Zhong Yi simply offered a polite smile and said nothing.
She wasn’t unfamiliar with Zhou Shiyi.
They had once been lovers.
Back then, his indulgence toward her had known no limits.
But since the breakup, they hadn’t spoken again.
And just last week, her father arranged a marriage for her.
The groom?
Zhou Shiyi.
The wedding date had already been set.