Everyone in the upper circles of Beijing knows that Mr. Tan has a girlfriend deeply in love with him.
No matter whether Tan Qishen is right or wrong, Yan Man always obediently comes to coax him.
Yet Tan Qishen remains cold and indifferent toward her. Yan Man can feel it clearly — but she never brings up breaking up.

One year later.
Another one-sided cold war initiated by Tan Qishen.
He waits, like always, for Yan Man to come coax him.
But what he receives is a text message:

Yan Man: [Let’s break up.]

Seeing the message, Tan Qishen’s breath catches in his throat. Panic grips him — something he’s never felt before.
He quickly asks her why.

Yan Man only replies breezily:
[I’m tired of it.]

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Some time later.
By sheer accident, Tan Qishen comes across a letter containing a few photographs.
As he looks at the person in the pictures, his expression grows darker and darker.

That man — why does he look so much like him?
A wild suspicion creeps into Tan Qishen’s mind, one he can hardly believe.

Three years later, supermodel Yan Man returns to the country, now world-famous and in the spotlight.
Tan Qishen corners her at her door, ignoring the crowd of fans and reporters outside.

His large hand grips her slender waist, rubbing firmly, until Yan Man cries out in pain.

Tears glimmer in Tan Qishen’s eyes as he hoarsely says,
“It hurts? Does it hurt more than I do?”

He kisses her forcefully, desperately.
After getting slapped, he still pleads softly,
“Let’s forget everything that happened before.
Please, come back to me.”