Everyone said that Jiang Zhuoye was the perfect template. Poor but strong, cool and self-disciplined, he is a noble boy from a humble family in a prestigious school. Only Shen Zhaoyou knew that the boy who fought for her in the alley late at night had a fire in his eyes that refused to obey his orders. When he kissed her, it was like asking for life-saving light, but he warned in a mute voice: "Shen Zhaoyou, don't come near me again, I'm not a good person."
She smiled and held his face: "What an old-fashioned saying, but what a coincidence, I'm not a good person either."
I will accompany you to create an immortal spring from the barren world.
When the mask of the "perfect poor student" was torn away, what was revealed was her wild backbone that was slashing towards her fate. This is a story about "growing fangs in poverty and responsibility, but only disarming her". It is also about the confrontation and symbiosis of "the rose does not bow to the wasteland, but burns the wasteland into a sea of flowers".
Love is the only risk Jiang Zhuoye has ever taken, and it is the battle Shen Zhaoyou cannot win in his life - "My path is long, and this field is clear."
Purpose: Mutual redemption, mutual strength