Zhou Haoran, if you're good enough, don't hold my hand.
Hold my hand and don't fucking let me go.
It would have been better if a restless working girl and a stylish man with depression didn't meet. But when they met, it was like sparks colliding with the earth, creating a large area of sparks. What should we do if a reckless young master Lengtou keeps disrupting the situation? After three years and ten months of exhaustion, Nuo Wei realized that it was easy to fight but hard to love a handsome guy.