The moment Zhao Xiaodi met Gu Yi, he felt like a piece of fragrant pie falling from the sky and hitting him impartially.
Maybe this is fate, Zhao Xiaodi said to himself.
But if this fate is really a red thread, then Chen Yinghan is a scissor hand, making Zhao Xiaodi tremble with fear.
She gradually understood that not everything can be obtained by pursuing it hard.
There may really be two people in life, one makes time gentle, and the other makes time amazing.
So, which one is he?