Jiang Zheshen looked at the man whose headache was driving him mad. He was a little angry...
How come you could take my body, steal my heart, and make me utterly devoted to you, then turn around and forget everything, blaming it all on me? Your head hurts, but my heart aches...
The miserable, devoted Jiang Zheshen, and the awkward Qi Meng... All the things that kept pulling them apart, only to bring them back together again.
