Legend has it that those who harvest lilies of the valley will be favored by the God of Luck. One afternoon many years ago, a young man in white squatted on the roadside crying. A little girl holding a lily of the valley said in a sweet voice, "Brother, if you give me the flower, it will bring you luck." Mom said, when you can't help but shed tears, please stand on your head, and the tears that were originally going to fall will disappear. The boy looked at the girl's smiling eyes and took the lily of the valley flower she handed over. Before he could say thank you, the girl jumped away. Before Gu Han had time to ask her name, he vaguely remembered that she had a small black mole on her left ear.
33-Year-old Xu Qinghuan is a person who is content with a hut with bamboo fences, a small bridge and flowing water. The changes in her life ten years ago left her with no expectations for the rest of her life. She lives with the flow every day. What if she still has any obsessions? That may be because she hopes that her job can be closer to home, so that her parents can feel at ease. Although she has a seemingly decent job, it is nothing but a piece of cake for her. In fact, in the early summer of that year, when she handed the lily of the valley to Gu Han, the gears of their fate began to turn...
Gu Han: I have been plotting against you for a long time, how could I not fall in love with you...
