Jing Lihua had long lost the strength in her legs and ended up falling on her knees. Memories after memories rushed to her brain. It seemed like this place was a trigger that unchained many deeply hidden memories.
After Li Zhiqiang saved her life, he had looked over her. He had bought this skyscraper and let her stay in a penthouse. Jing Lihua had no idea what had prompted him to care for her. She had even though he might have ill intentions. But with time, he proved himself. In the beginning, he was very cold. But as they spent more time together, he changed slowly.
She also remembered a cheeky teenager boy who always used to follow them. Li Xun, Li Zhiqiang younger brother. Thinking about him, a smile formed on Jing Lihua's lips. She wondered how was he right now. He was three years younger than her. At this time, he would be twenty-three.
