He, was the number one corporation in the country, the head of the Luo Family.

She was someone who had grown up in a well-off family, someone who had grown up in the love of her parents.

Meeting someone from another country, he was no longer that cold and aloof young master from a thousand miles away. He protected, doted upon, and loved her.

She had thought that her life would be given to her in such a sweet manner. Unexpectedly, that blank memory had been filled up. That shameful and desperate life had been left bloody in front of her. She could no longer face his tenderness.

Five years later, when she returned to her old home, the figure under the Tower of London overlapped with the man she had dreamed of in her dreams. She stretched out her hand, but she dared not touch it.

The little boy's soft little hands pulled at the corner of his clothes. He shifted his gaze from the Tower of London down, and those familiar eyes made his heart tremble. The word 'father' made his heart even more confused. He turned around and saw a woman whose clothes fluttered in the wind not too far away, who else could it be but the person he was desperately searching for.

She hesitated, then lifted her foot and walked toward him, though this time she didn't know if he was her salvation or her doom.

Five years, was he still her good man?

Crappy translation and boring plots