When he came, he seemed to bring with him wisps of breeze, which made people feel comfortable. The bookish aura seems to be his innate temperament. Perhaps she was deceived by such a gentle appearance, or maybe it was her desire for warmth, so she fell into his trap and couldn't extricate herself. Tossing and turning, she left... When she turned around, she found that the way he came was still cool and unrestrained. Even though he was so disrespectful to her, she still couldn't hate him.