"Zhong Hui, I hoped to give you happiness when I was eighteen, but when I am twenty-eight, I can only wish you happiness."
She was his "best friend", with whom he could share his triumphs and frustrations, and enjoy the clouds and clouds with him. For these warm moments, he was willing to be her prisoner for the rest of his life.
He is her Mr. Givenchy, inspiration, silence, and the most unique existence in her heart. Holding his hand is like holding her right hand with her left hand.
Time has passed, and behind the familiarity is friendship or... Love?
After many twists and turns, can they bravely talk about love?