Qing Huan thought that she would never meet him again in this life, regardless of effort or reward, she just silently took care of her arrogant young self. Because of her willfulness, she finally let him leave, and because of the years, she made him reappear. But this time, would she get what she wanted? The boy she loved once again wore a white coat, and appeared in front of her as elegant and handsome as before. Qing Huan held her forehead, how many peach blossoms would he be stained with this time? Can I still successfully take him home?