What Lin Qianchun hated Lu Chen the most was when he would crawl over from the window unnoticed every time, sit in front of her computer with her towel wrapped around her, eat her instant noodles and watch her Korean dramas.
At the age of fourteen, she proudly raised her chin and said to him, I can't possibly like you.
At the age of nineteen, she showed up at the boys' dormitory with him leading her, and with a straight face, she washed and swept the floor for him, made his bed and dried his quilt.
He is her youth and ignorance, and she is his golden age.
An accident caused an uproar. Her father died and the family was separated. She turned around and left with the most decisive attitude.
When they meet again and let their lives overlap and turn, will they stay together or will they forget each other?
The green plums wither and the bamboo horses grow old. From now on, everyone I fall in love with is like you.