Xia Qi's youth has an almost romantic enthusiasm, a kind of heroism that is unique to him. A wealthy family gave him not only the confidence to pursue, but also the courage to love.
"You seem to have no emotions, but I still hope you can be happy and have some emotions."
Ji Yan was young and did not have any cost of trial and error. The money his grandmother owed for medical treatment was a bag of cement from the mother and son. He always cared about the price when buying things and had no desire to look at the shelves. When he got sick, he could only go to a small clinic.
"Xia Qi, you are really, really good."
Intention: Thank you Xia Qi, but I don't seem to be that lucky