The wealthy CEO has a change of heart, racing his Lamborghini to win back his beloved!

Yan Xiaonian spent the darkest days of her life within the stark, sterile walls of the hospital. Every passing second felt like an eternity of torment; the agony of losing her child clung to her like a shadow, gnawing at her heart until it was riddled with holes. Watching the birds flutter past the window, she was consumed by sorrow, mourning the fact that her child would never have the chance to see this world.

Su Yao’s machinations and Xiao Sheng’s suspicion and betrayal had left her utterly disillusioned with this city. Dragging her frail body, she completed the discharge procedures and packed her meager belongings, her eyes hollow and resolute. Every movement required the last vestiges of her strength. She knew that only by leaving could she truly escape this endless suffering.

At the train station, Yan Xiaonian stood alone, the surrounding bustle feeling light-years away. She had purchased a ticket to a distant, unfamiliar city, longing only for a place where no one knew her—a chance to start over, even if it meant clinging to the faintest hope of healing her wounds. As the train slowly pulled away, she gazed at the streetscape outside, at once familiar and foreign, and tears blurred her vision once more. The city that had held so much of her laughter and her tears was finally being left behind.

After Yan Xiaonian had driven him away from the hospital, Xiao Sheng returned to his office in a daze. He locked himself inside, haunted by the images of Yan Xiaonian’s despair and the sound of her broken sobs. Each memory struck his heart like a sharp blade. He began to trace back every moment since they had first met; the warm embraces and sweet promises now felt like the cruelest mockery.

When Su Yao tried to entangle herself with him again, Xiao Sheng glared at her for the first time, roaring, "This is all your doing! You are the reason I lost the person I love most!" Terrified by his intensity, Su Yao fled in defeat. Xiao Sheng knew deep down that it was his own fault; his jealousy had blinded him, and he had allowed himself to be deceived by Su Yao’s facade, ultimately destroying his own happiness with his own hands.

When he learned from a private investigator that Yan Xiaonian had bought a train ticket, he was seized by desperation. Caring for nothing else, he rushed downstairs, jumped into his Lamborghini, and sped toward the high-speed rail station. Along the way, he wove through traffic and ran red lights, his mind occupied by a single, desperate thought: he had to stop Yan Xiaonian.

Outside the station, the crowds were thick, and the train had already begun to pull away. When Xiao Sheng arrived, seeing the train gaining speed, he pushed his Lamborghini to its limit, racing along the road parallel to the tracks. He rolled down the window, ignoring the bewildered onlookers, and shouted at the train, "Xiaonian! Xiaonian!" His voice was shredded by the wind, but he refused to give up.

Inside the carriage, Yan Xiaonian was lost in her grief and did not hear him at first. It was only when the train hit a curve and slowed slightly that she caught a faint, familiar sound. She turned slowly, and through the window, she saw him—the man she had loved with every fiber of her being, and yet had come to loathe with equal intensity. A surge of complex emotions overwhelmed her, and she instinctively covered her mouth with her hand.

Seeing her turn, a glimmer of hope sparked in Xiao Sheng’s eyes. He hammered on his horn, signaling for her to get off the train. Yan Xiaonian’s heart was in turmoil; she did not know if she should forgive him, but seeing his frantic, desperate actions, her resolve began to soften.

The train eventually pulled into the next station. After a moment of hesitation, Yan Xiaonian stepped off. Xiao Sheng arrived almost simultaneously, rushing out of his car and stopping before her. They stared at each other, speechless.

Xiao Sheng broke the silence first, his eyes rimmed with red, his voice trembling. "Xiaonian, I was wrong. I was truly wrong. I was blinded by my own idiocy, and that is why I hurt you the way I did. Please, give me a chance to make it up to you." He knelt on one knee and pulled a ring he had prepared from his pocket. "I chose this for you anew; it represents my vow to start over."

Watching him, tears welled up in Yan Xiaonian’s eyes again. She thought of the beauty they had once shared and the child they had lost, and her heart ached with agony. Yet, seeing his sincere repentance, she felt her defenses wavering.

"How can you guarantee you won't do it again?" she asked, her voice choking.

Xiao Sheng looked up, meeting her gaze steadily. "I swear on my life that from now on, I will only treat you well, protect you, and cherish you. I will never let you suffer the slightest harm again. If I break this vow, may the heavens strike me down!"

Yan Xiaonian remained silent for a long time, but finally, she reached out and took the ring. Xiao Sheng rose, overcome with emotion, and pulled her into a tight embrace. They wept in each other’s arms. In that moment, they seemed to have found the parts of themselves they had lost, deciding to set aside the pain of the past and begin anew. This city would witness a new chapter of their love—one free of suspicion and betrayal, filled only with the promise of standing by each other through every tomorrow.