Guan Yin is most certain of two things in her life: one is that fashion design is her foundation, and the other is that she will never engage in campus romance.
Her mother's half-life grievance was a shadow engraved in her bones. She was sober and self-possessed, wrapped in a hard shell, and just wanted to live a stable life, but she ran into Zhou Lu's arms twice on a rainy day in midsummer.
Everyone in the school knows that Zhou Lu from the Artificial Intelligence Department is a piece of ice that cannot be covered by heat, rejecting people thousands of miles away, and only sees codes and robots. Who would have thought that he would walk for her when her design competition was on the verge of collapse; he would bend down to help girls pick up scattered design drafts, and he would silently endure hardships. She brings hot milk with her when she goes out for a picture at night, and remembers that she doesn't eat coriander. When she is being challenged, she loses her coolness and opens up her aura to protect her to the end. When she is entangled by her native family, she steps forward to protect her. She goes to a foreign country, across mountains and seas, and goes to meet her for a date on the first snowy day.
Guan Yin also didn't expect that the campus romance she had been avoiding would fall into the hands of a cold male god. She is sober and independent, and hates ambiguity, but under his gentle protection day after day, she slowly breaks through her defenses.
But before Guan Yin graduated, Zhou Lu lost contact. There was no message or phone call, and there was nothing even from his friends. However, after she became an independent fashion designer and part-time costumer for starlet Xu Longchang, at that fashion week show, he held his ex-girlfriend Su Nian's arm and smiled so sweetly.
"Hello, I am Zhou Lu, and I would like to ask you to be my brand consultant."
"Hello, I'm Guan Yin."
Such a strange self-introduction was really ironic, and Su Nian, who had obviously seen her many times, could tell from her eyes that she was just pretending.
"Guan Yin? Guanyin? When you were a child, you wouldn't have had classmates worship you as a grandson, would you?" After Zhou Lu said this, his expression was startled. He seemed to have heard this sentence somewhere.
"Maybe, I don't remember."
Concept: The process of first love is a tragic comedy