Two years ago, Chu Ling chose to leave me and drift to Beijing to continue his medical career. Two years later, we met again. Not in the campus with fluttering white clothes, but in the workplace where intrigues and intrigues exist. Someone once said that if life were just like the first time you met, happiness would be right in front of you. You and I are ultimately not destined to hold hands with each other again and grow old together...