Xiao Dian, who grew up next to his grandmother, was a very innocent child. When he was working as a teaching assistant in an art studio and supporting himself until his sophomore year, his originally peaceful life took a small turn. The man, perhaps he should be called boy, looked at him with an indifferent face at first, then he looked at himself with a little teasing, and then he called him to be smaller. If he can't see him for a long time, he will miss him and wonder what happened to him? Is this... Love? If it's love, why not keep loving like this...