She is a kind-hearted Cinderella from a poor family; he is a rich young man born with a silver spoon in his mouth, the iceberg prince who is popular in the school. Two parallel lines that do not intersect at all are tightly intertwined because of an accidental incident. "As long as you marry me and my grandson, I will pay off your family's debts, support you in college, and make you worry-free about food and clothing. If he can't fall in love with you in two years, I will let you go, but you have to keep it a secret." "This..." She was embarrassed. "As long as you marry her, I will have no regrets in this life." "This..." For the sake of the word "filial piety", he compromised. You promised to ignore her, but why did you feel uncomfortable when you saw her with other boys in school? Why does it hurt so much to misunderstand her? Why can't I help but help her? Why. . . . . . Can a marriage without emotion really be cultivated?
