We grew up together, rode horses together, recited poems and painted together. I like you, he likes you, you say you like me the most, but what are you thinking about? Are we a merry-go-round? Your psychology and his conspiracy have made me mature. I want to thank you, right? Ha... I suddenly feel tired. What should I do as the son of Prime Minister Yan? I'd better leave this official world and dust. The world has changed, and in the end, will we still be together?