The setting sun, like a ripe golden ball, slowly sank to the west. Its afterglow, like a soft veil, filtered through the mottled leaves, scattering strands across the dreamlike gardens of the Jiang family estate. The garden was awash with a profusion of flowers, their vibrant blossoms swaying gently in the breeze, whispering the gentle whispers of time. Jiang Zhi and Shen Qingchen, hand in hand, strolled along the winding path through the sea of flowers. Their figures, elongated by the setting sun, cast on the ground like a beautiful silhouette.
Having weathered countless trials and tribulations, their faces, though marked by the traces of time, reveal a calmness and fortitude. Jiang Zhi wore a simple yet elegant white dress, the hem of which swayed gently in the breeze, like a blooming lily. Her long hair draped casually over her shoulders, a few strands playfully brushing against her cheeks, adding a touch of gentle charm. Shen Qingchen, dressed in a dark, custom-made suit, stood tall and imposing, his deep eyes reflecting only Jiang Zhi's figure, filled with doting and deep affection.
For them, this moment of peace was hard-earned and inestimable. The thrilling days of the past flashed through their minds like a series of dramatic movies. Every life-or-death struggle, every painful separation, was like a deep scar, etched into their hearts. Yet, it was precisely these hardships that made their love even more resilient, like steel tempered in a fierce fire, shining with a dazzling brilliance.
As they walked, the joyful laughter of children in the distance drifted into their ears like the sound of silver bells, adding a lively note to the warm scene. They were twin brother and sister, a boy and a girl, playing on the lawn not far away. The brother, clever and sensible, chased a colorful butterfly with his sister. The sister was soft and adorable, her laughter as bright as the sun, and she clutched a freshly picked flower tightly in her hand. Her bouncing appearance was hilarious.
Jiang Zhi raised his head slightly, looking at the lover beside him, his eyes full of attachment, and asked softly: "Qingchen, do you still remember when we first met?" The voice was as gentle as the breeze blowing through the strings of a piano, carrying with it traces of memories. A faint smile appeared on the corner of Shen Qingchen's mouth. That smile was like the warmest sunshine in spring, which could dispel all the haze. He exerted a little force and held Jiang Zhi's hand tightly, as if he was afraid that if he let go, she would disappear: "How could I not remember, at that time, you had stubbornness in your eyes, and you suddenly hit my heart."
The two of them stopped and stood quietly in the sea of flowers. Everything around them seemed to fade away, leaving only them. They let the memories surge in like a tide, completely drowning them in the past.
Time goes back to the bustling city streets. Jiang Zhi had just arrived in the city, filled with the will for revenge, her eyes filled with determination and coldness. She moved through the crowd, searching for any clues related to Tang Junxi's death. And Shen Qingchen, the president of a listed group, had just finished a tense business negotiation and walked out of a high-rise building. The streets were crowded with people, but at that moment, it seemed as if an invisible thread tied their eyes together. Jiang Zhi glanced back inadvertently and met Shen Qingchen's deep and blazing gaze. At that moment, time seemed to stand still. Shen Qingchen was attracted by the unique light in Jiang Zhi's eyes. In that light, there was tenacity, intelligence, and a hint of sadness that others could hardly detect, which made his heart beat faster involuntarily.
From then on, Shen Qingchen launched a passionate pursuit. Jiang Zhi, consumed by hatred and a desire for revenge over Tang Junxi's death, turned a blind eye to Shen Qingchen's advances. But Shen Qingchen remained undeterred. His sincerity and persistence, like the gentle spring rain, gradually moistened Jiang Zhi's parched heart. After a busy day, he would quietly leave a bouquet of vibrant roses on Jiang Zhi's doorstep, along with a handwritten love letter, written in a vigorous and heartfelt hand. He would meticulously engineer romantic encounters, feigning a chance encounter at Jiang Zhi's favorite coffee shop just to spend some time with her. He even stepped forward when Jiang Zhi was in danger, disregarding his own safety.
Jiang Zhi began to waver. She felt Shen Qingchen's fiery heart, but the pain and determination for revenge within her heart were like a high wall, preventing her from easily accepting this feeling. She feared that her path of revenge would bring trouble to Shen Qingchen, and even more afraid of losing someone she cherished. But once the seeds of love were planted, they quietly took root and sprouted in her heart.
Later, they experienced a sweet and passionate love affair, sharing many unforgettable moments together. However, as fate often plays tricks on them, Jiang Yao's appearance was like a sudden storm, shattering their once peaceful and happy life. To protect Jiang Zhi, Chen Qingchen reluctantly filed for divorce, and during that time, Jiang Zhi's world seemed to be plunged into endless darkness. She faced Jiang Yao's challenges alone, relying on her wisdom, superb medical skills, and formidable skills to overcome each difficult situation. And although Chen Qingchen appeared to distance himself from Jiang Zhi, he secretly observed her every move. Every time he saw her suffer, his heart felt like it was being pierced by thousands of needles.
Later, Jiang Zhi discovered Shen Qingchen's difficulties, and the two of them joined hands again through numerous hardships. They fought side by side against the mysterious organization, and on the line between life and death, they never let go of each other's hands. Each time they survived a desperate situation, they realized more deeply the weight they held in each other's hearts.
At this moment, standing in this sea of flowers, the youthfulness and excitement of that time, and the pain and struggle that followed, intertwined together, but all turned into the warmth of the palms touching each other at this moment. A layer of crystal tears welled up in Jiang Zhi's eyes, tears of happiness. Shen Qingchen gently raised his hand to wipe away her tears, and his fingers gently stroked her cheek, as if touching the most precious treasure in the world.
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