The elegant figure faintly hidden behind the pear tree, Guan Jiming's inexplicable heartbeat, followed him all the way, but he followed the direction of the person he was chasing. Guan Jiming felt annoyed and punched the pear tree next to him. "Young master, are you looking for me?" Turning around, Guan Jiming saw among the pear blossoms falling in the air, the man with the elegant figure and the gentle voice was looking at him with a smile. A simple white shirt cannot hide his peerless elegance. He is a man, but the bright white pear blossoms beside him lose their color. A figure is destined to be followed all the time, and a smile is destined to be a lifelong love. Somehow, he and he were already destined...