Yu Zhou had many dreams.
When she was fifteen years old, she dreamed of a boy on stage smiling at her, so she chased him for seven years. Whether in the front row of a concert, at a book signing, or staying at the airport, she never fails.
Her life motto is simple: take your dreams seriously.
Chase what you like, take what you want, and recognize what you love. Never mind the distant idol or the close enemy.
Speaking of her mortal enemy—Lu Zhiheng, a surgeon with an indescribably ugly face, he has been fighting with her since childhood. Everyone felt that they were incompatible.
Yu Zhou felt the same way.
Until that late night, she woke up in a strange hotel room, with Lu Zhiheng's peaceful sleeping face next to her.
She stared at him for a long time.
There was only one thought in my mind: It's over, I've gone too far in my dream.
But what she didn't know was that a long time ago, another person was having the same dream.
And this "accident" was intentional on his part from beginning to end.
"Yu Zhou, when you were chasing stars, you said, take your dreams seriously."
"So now, are you going to be responsible for me?"
