Pei Youwei couldn't remember the last time she'd had dinner alone with a man.

It was a strange feeling.

On paper, Yu Beiwang could stand next to anyone: a top university, a wealthy family, good character, well spoken. She couldn't find a single flaw in him.

Downstairs at her office, the first time she laid eyes on him, her heart really had sped up.

But once she was home after dinner and had calmed down, she still felt that she and Yu Beiwang came from two different worlds.

As she'd gotten older, she'd grown more and more rational about love. She knew exactly what she wanted and what she didn't.

Yu Beiwang was good, good in every way, but she still felt a great distance between them…

At the same time, she knew that if she gave him a chance, that distance might close fast.

But she didn't want to put any more effort into that part of her life.

She was afraid.

Afraid that in the end, it would be another tragedy.

Whenever Pei Youwei's thoughts started "running away with her," she couldn't sleep, so she kept a bottle of red wine in her room. Only after a drink could she fall into a deep sleep…

She leaned against the headboard in silk pajamas, a glass of red in her hand, gazing hazily at the scattered lights outside the window.

For some reason, tonight, the more she drank… the clearer her head got.

Scenes from the past began to surface, and in every one of them there was the same figure. When she realized she could barely remember his face anymore, she frantically yanked open the drawer and took out an old photo of the two of them.

When she was Xu Ye's age, phones were still flip phones, not smartphones. She'd once had a whole drawer full of photo-booth stickers of the two of them, but over the years they had all faded. Only this one was left, a print from a photo studio, and now even it was turning yellow.

Without his glasses, Yu Beiwang really did…