Luo Huan thought to herself that she had not been unhappy these years. On that rainy afternoon, the gentle gaze of a snow-white gardenia was pinned to her temple. He Fan didn't treat her badly, but she was pitifully sick and frightened just thinking about it. She expected a warm and strong body, but God arranged for her a disabled and sick husband. Her feelings were originally unique to her, sinking into the dust, so humble that they bloomed.