Synopsis
After being dumped for being “too clingy,” Jian Nian stormed out of the house in a fit of anger, only to be hit head-on by a truck.
When she wakes up, seven years have passed. She’s penniless, squatting by the roadside late at night, dizzy with hunger. Left with no choice, the fallen young lady swallows her pride and dials her ex-boyfriend’s number, pretending to be an old classmate asking for a loan.
Luckily, her stiff, old-fashioned engineer ex still hasn’t changed his number after seven years.
The call connects. Pinching her nose to disguise her voice, Jian Nian spins a tragic backstory: a gambling father, a sickly mother, an abusive husband, and a child she can’t hand back. All she needs is 500 yuan from a kind soul, and someday, when she restores the Great Qin, she’ll make him a grand general.
The other end stays silent. Not a sound.
Thinking she’d dialed the wrong number, or that the call had connected by accident in the middle of the night, she asks, “Hello? Are you listening?”
“Mm.”
The night rain is heavy and dim. Through the muffled receiver, a voice both familiar and strange, a young man’s voice, hoarse, falls slowly against her ear.
He says, “Jian Nian, I’m listening.”
When they meet again, the reserved, taciturn boy from her memories has been refined by the years into a gentle, courteous gentleman, elegant and composed in every gesture. He takes her home to stay with him and looks after her tenderly and attentively, down to the smallest detail.
He is the very picture of a mature older man.
He feels familiar to her, yet strange. Jian Nian’s anger slowly fades. So many years have passed. He probably doesn’t remember any of it anymore: that brief relationship that troubled him, when it began, or why it ended.
Only she was childish enough to still be standing where she left off.
At the dinner table, Miss Jian lowers her head over her food and, for the first time in her life, apologizes calmly: “I’m sorry. I was so immature before. I always wanted to depend on you and never did anything for myself. I won’t do that anymore.”
She goes on to say that she’s found a job and rented a place, and that once she’s packed she can move out. She smiles lightly. “We broke up, after all. It wouldn’t be right to keep staying at your place and troubling you.”
Throughout her speech, the man across from her stays quiet, eerily so.
Puzzled, she looks up, and through the lenses of his glasses, she suddenly meets a pair of dark, brooding eyes.
…
Cool, slender fingers brush over her reddened eyes and wipe away her trembling tears, then gently glide down to the icy shackle around her ankle. In her terrified, shaking, blurred vision, the gentle and courteous man slowly removes his glasses and lets out a soft laugh.
“I didn’t quite catch what you just said. Baby, say it again.”
Pretty-but-fallen young lady × Sick and ruthless scoundrel
The male lead is unwell and utterly unhinged. After his wife’s death, his moral bottom line is all but nonexistent.
One-line synopsis: After I died, my ex-boyfriend turned into a mad dog.
Theme: The long rainy season always comes to an end.