There is a legend passed down by word of mouth among the students of the Medical University, just like every school has some stories with a bit of psychedelic coloring. Seniors and seniors tell it to their juniors and seniors. When juniors and juniors become seniors, they tell it to the next freshmen. When everyone laughed off these rumors, Qu Zhi felt something was wrong. Even though it's already autumn when school starts, it's still autumn weather, making people sweat profusely. But he felt as if he was in an ice cellar. Qu Zhi's otherness made it possible for the girls who had just started school to form a group with Qu Zhi. Eating alone, attending classes alone, alone... Until I met Song Qianqian by chance at Chenxiang Pavilion...